I was cleaning downstairs, a frequent occurrence these days, what with rotating old toys out for the new ones that have recently come in. I usually enjoy cleaning. No, wait a minute. Let me rephrase that. I don't really enjoy cleaning so much as I enjoy the results afterwards. Tidiness, with things in their proper places. But this time, I came across some notes the boys had written to each other, primarily notes Tommy (age 9) had written to Christopher (age 7-1/2) and Joey (age 4). And in finding these notes, a mixture of emotions came over me. They were as much comical as they were mean-spirited, at least those from Tommy to Christopher. I'll share them with you. I am writing them exactly as they were hand-written, grammatical errors and all:
--- You are A CRY Baby chris From TOMMY
--- I'M way farther Than you on Paper mario Chris From TOMMY
--- you know What Chris every time I get near you your armpits are The Stinkeyest thing I've ever smelled. From, Tommy
P.S. You smell like crap too PU
Then I found these notes, addressed to Joey:
--- Your the coolest Joey Rock on From Tommy
--- JOE NFL National Football Leage
--- Joey Rock On (Picture an oversized fist with the pinky and index finger pointed up; two such salutes were drawn on the paper.)
--- You will love BMX when you grow up
I came to the conclusion that Tommy was obviously angry at Christopher on this day and out of spite, wrote the nice notes to Joey (who, by the way, can't even read yet).
And yet, no matter how much Tommy steps all over Christopher, Christopher's unconditional love never falters. At the bottom of the pile, I found these notes he had written to his brothers:
--- to toMMY Frum Chris hey tommy cen you pley videogems the gam poparmareo Frum Chris
--- to Joey hey Joey bo You Wont to woch Meey play vibeogam Your Bruthr Christopher
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