Just wanted to make sure you were ok with us renting out your bedroom.
You know, since you're not using it. It was a little crowded in the
room for our renter, so we've put all your former books and toys into
your brother's bedroom. He's enjoying them. It'll just be until we turn
it back into a guest room like it used to be, after our trip to Florida
for Harry Potter World.
I keep looking at the clock and wondering "I wonder what Pook is doing
right now." And then I think of telling you what we're doing at that
moment, but I've resisted (mostly, except that one other email) because I don't
want to make you too jealous. Our renter would be upset if you came
home early. Plus, I know you'd be disappointed to know that we've eaten the
first of the cherry tomatoes, with basil on pasta. The day at Six Flags
won't be anything exciting compared to KP duty in the dining hall. And
none of the parties planned here will be a big deal to miss in
comparison to your daily opportunity to share a tiny cabin with seven
other stinky boys. So I told Bug not to mention that stuff.
Your brother would send you a note here too, but he's out at the moment
seeing the new Captain America movie with your friends. I thought they'd
notice you were missing but it turns out that as long as someone "likes"
their pictures on Instagram, it doesn't really matter who it is.
It has been hard to squeeze all this in because of Bug's tennis camp,
but having given up bedtime rules we find that we can do much more.
Plus, our mealtimes last much less time when we don't have to wait for
you to finish. Such a relief.
Anyway, I just wanted send my love. Hope you're having a good time!
p.s. The renter says thanks.