Dear Corbin,
You are officially done with Kindergarten. This is the very first true summer vacation for you. About a hundred more and then you'll be done with school. You don't seem either happy or unhappy about the end of the school year. I imagine that will change as time goes on.
The beginning of June was spent getting ready for your trip back to the Midwest. Grandma and Grandpa did their shopping and packing. Dad got you ready by giving you a haircut. I picked up a new pair of shoes for you. All the Kindergarteners brought home a math and reading workbook, which you took along to do in the motor home, along with all kinds of drawing and activity books.
One thing that hasn't changed over the past few months is your love of stories at night. One night I asked you what the story should be about, and you said a dragon. So for a while, we were telling stories about a dragon that accidentally ended up hatching in an eagle's nest, with two eagles. Your favorite of those stories what the time that the dragon learned how to breath fire because a it got attacked by a bear.
Then, you wanted me to tell you stories about a sea creature with eight tentacles and lots of sharp teeth. A Sharktopus. The Sharktopus lives in Never Never Land, in a lagoon with the Pirates, the Lost Boys and the Tick Tock Crock. Then came an eagle, an eel, a few more sharktopuses (to keep the first one company), a regular old shark, and another eel (to keep the first one company). Oh, and a whale, at one point, to help the Sharktopus get back home when he got lost in the ocean.
You don't believe me when I tell you that it's hard to make up so many stories. It's a good thing I got all that practice when I used to make up ridiculous songs, I guess. Although, to be honest, I'm still quite proud of "I'm a big volcano" to the tune of "I'm a little teapot."
It was Father's Day this month. We got Dad some new cd's, which he always likes. Grandma helped you and Miriam pick out some funny cards. She didn't bother putting them in envelopes, which was a good call, because you got all excited about showing it to Dad, and I think the thirty second wait for Dad to open an envelope might have been more than you could bear.
And then it was time for you to leave on your trip to the Midwest. I gave you big hugs and kisses in the morning, but when I came home to just the dogs that evening, I was very sad. It was very strange the first weekend, especially. It was nice to spend time with Dad, but we both felt the house was much too quiet without you and Miriam around. You are noisy and annoying and you pester us and drive us crazy, and we love you very, very much.
Love,
Mom
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