This entry is titled the subtitle of this blog because, though it has nothing to do with knitting, it has everything to do with my other purported blogging goal...bringing grace to raising boys in modern urban America. So my eldest son recently celebrated his eighth birthday and was, of course, inundated with more landfill gifts. I am one of those increasingly rare breed of mothers who still insists that my boys write thank you notes, and so he dutifully sat down today with his list of names and my instructions as follows:
Dear_______, Thank you for the ________. I like/use it because/when_________. From, (signature).
I returned to find him hard at work and began to read...and this is what he had done so far...
1. To the boy who gave him a gift card to the local computer gaming store "in case" his parents got him a Nintendo DS:
2. To the boy who gave him Pokemon cards (Clearly there is some competition between my son and his unlucky friend, "Seb" ):
3. To the boy who gave him a Nerf Mechanical Bow:4. Finally, my favorite, to the boy who gave him spy gear: