Welp, H you have a new kindergarten teacher.
Just kidding about Ms. Guthrie there.
She taught for two weeks and then went to deal with some “family issues.”
Two weeks later the school decided to let her go and said she was “not coming back.”
So strange.
I hope your new teacher – Ms. Leah Long – is fantastic.
I still remember my kindergarten teacher.
Her name was Ms. Taws.
I love you.
-Dad
Ok, so, kind of crazy.
There was a shooting in Midland this weekend while we were there visiting the cousins.
I hesitate to use the term “mass shooting” because it has been so politicized.
(I mean, we can’t even agree over how to define a “mass shooting.”)
This was a mass shooting.
From what I can find, 7 people died, and 17 more were shot.
We were about a 10 minute drive away from it all as it was happening.
We never really felt in danger – but there was a bit of an erie feeling in the air while they were still trying to catch the guy.
I am so glad we were all safe. I am so glad you were safe.
I love you.
-Dad
H and K, y’all are so silly.
I have got to tell you this story before I forget it.
You two reenacted the Mufasa death scene from The Lion King the other day and it was the funniest thing ever.
H, you called us into the bedroom as K knelt at the foot of the bed and reached her arms toward you.
H let out a roar as she quickly grabbed K’s hands, using her fingernails as claws. K then fake screamed in pain.
As K reeled, H leaned forward and whispered in her ear:
Long Live The King!
K fell backward in slow motion, and finally lay motionless on the carpet.
I would give you both Oscars if I could.
Ha!
I love you.
-Dad