Jack wanted to write his Dad a letter and send it to him at work. I told him it would not make it by the end of business today so instead we could send him a text message. Here is what he (I) wrote.
Dear Dad,
I love you so much.
I want to shoot birds with you when you come home.
I want to shoot them dead and then put them in the burn pile.
Love, your friend
Jack
My dear little one..
7 months ago
8 comments:
Ahhh... that's so cute!
What dad wouldn't want to receive a message like that from their son. Too precious.
That is priceless!
Disturbing, I would be more concerned with getting kicked out of pre-K rather than getting in!
Classic little boy fun - shoot em up, Jack!!
That cracks me up, I can see him now, texting....while wearing his yellow crocs!
Maybe Jack should come visit me.. I have lots of birds and squirrels. The birds crap all over my car. The squirrels dig up my yard and bulbs and Marty won't shoot them.
That's cool. I like to shoot stuff, too. Last night, I shot myself in the eye with a tube of toothpaste. My eye still burns today.
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