Found, whilst cleaning my desk:
Dear mom,
Can I get a pet pheonix as a pet? Then I could have a pet that never dies. We could teach him so he wouldn’t fly away when we went for a walk. And, we wouln’t need to go to the hospital ’cause a pheonix has tears with healing powers.
Love,
Will
[spelling reproduced from his handwritten note]
I’m thinking this isn’t such a bad idea, considering the cost of healthcare these days.
I didn’t think to date his note, but it’s within the past year, probably sometime last spring.
On Saturday before I left for my grocery shopping trip, I asked if they had any special requests. They started to list some things (video games, a new football jersey). I stopped them: “Guys, that’s your Christmas list. I just wanted to know if you had any special food requests.”
With one voice they said:
“TWINKIES!”
When they speak with one voice it does get a bit freaky, doesn’t it? Mine remind me of the Borg on Star Trek sometimes.
Did you expect “broccoli!”? LOL! Did they get the Twinkies?
The boys have told me that they aren’t allowed to have Twinkies. Though they tell me a lot that I can’t believe, I suspect they’re right about Twinkies and I’ve never bought them for them.
That note is a keeper. So sweet.
Twins need Twin-kies, though, don’t they?