Third Time's a Charm

Conducting the kiddos in writing thank you cards for our Christmas gifts is almost enough to drive me to drinking. If I weren't a teetotaling woman I'd be joining Seamus for the fondue left-overs. This year Jacob and Isaac hatched a plan to print out a "form letter" on the computer in order to streamline things. It would say:

"Dear _______,

Thank you for the ______. I love the way it looks on my _______. All the kids at school will be so jealous I have my very own _______...."

So I battled the form letter and told them it would probably be nicer to send a custom thank you note. Then Clara said, "If all we need to do is say that we got the present, why not just write, 'Dear ______, I got the _________. Love, Clara.'?" I told her that was called a receipt. Not really the spirit of what I was going for. However, this one squeaked by me:

Sassy girl. Needless to say, the process took WAY too long, and all my stores of patience were overdrawn. When the last period was written, I sent them to bed with dirty teeth and a kiss. Then I went over the letters. Alas, I was naive to think the job was over. Isaac, was called back downstairs to redo the note to his Primary teacher.

Try #1.

Recognize this? I realized why he and Jake had been giggling at the other end of the table.

Try #2.

I stopped him mid-sentance because my sense of humor was completely gone.

Try #3.

He was tired by then so he just did it. "Fine. Go to bed." Then so did I.