My kids are writing letters to the Dale House Interns where my best friend Anna works. I try to regularly supply Anna with letters and care packages, and she said that some of the other interns were jealous of her frequent mail-joy. So, I put my 20 squirmers to work writing letters to the lonely Dale House Interns. I read them before putting them in the envelope, because I wanted to see what they wrote. One student in particular wrote a lovely letter to one of the interns, asking questions and talking about himself. After signing his name, he'd included a P.S. It was little and squished on the bottom, and when I looked a little closer, I saw that he'd written "P.S. I hate my dog."
Gotta love 'em.
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