R shows up in our bedroom in the morning.
R – Mom, I don’t have any clean underwear.
Mom – We need to buy you some more. Can you get in the car and go to Walmart for some underwear?
R – Umm… I think I’m not old enough to drive a car. I think you need to be like 15 or 16. I don’t even know if I could get a license.
Dad – Well, can you ride your bike to Walmart, then?
R – Not without underwear!
B brought this one home from school.
R’s illustration of Zeus:
R’s tribute to Dad (a fill-in-the-blank sheet he was given at church):
R — Mom, what was your favorite thing to play when you were little?
Mom — Hmmm… I’m not sure.
R — Well, did you like to play with remote control cars and trains, like me and B?
Mom — I didn’t really play with a lot of remote control toys.
R — Why not? Electricity hadn’t been invented yet?
B — Dad, how much do you weigh?
Dad — About 170 lbs.
B — Is that about the same as what a car weighs?
B’s inventive spelling doesn’t take away from his sweet message.