Dear Kids,
Here are some random stories about you.
It’s funny how you pick up our sayings. Marshall told me that his class had watched a movie at school. He said that it was about Thanksgiving and it had a dog named Snoopy. I said, “Oh, you watched ‘A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving.’ Did you like it?” He said, “Eh, maybe it will grow on me.”
After we read “Peter Rabbit,” we asked Marshall what the moral of the story was. He said, “Always do what your mom tells you.” We praised him for his answer, and then he said, “But I still don’t get the point.” Ha-ha.
Your father and I used to think that you both had a special ability to sense if a new food was junk food without even tasting it. And we thought you would inevitably like a food if it was sufficiently bad for you. However, we’ve recently discovered that Livia doesn’t like Cocoa Puffs, Mini Trix cereal, or peanut brittle.
Livia told us that she has a boyfriend. His name is Joshua and he takes the same school bus. Your father asked her how the boy became her boyfriend, and she said, “I asked him. He helps me look for Christmas lights.”
I’ve told you both at least a thousand times not to throw things down the stairs, but you still do and probably always will. When it’s time to go out, Livia goes upstairs to get socks. Then she throws the pair down the stairs and shouts, “Cannonball!”
Love,
Mom