Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Our kids got an awesome new work station for Christmas, a desk built along the entire length of one wall with nice, comfy office chairs to sit in as well.
For some reason, our youngest kids like to sit three to a chair. We told them over and over not to sit in the same chair (one on each arm, one in the seat) but they just didn't listen.
Until the chair broke.
The kids, knowing trouble was likely coming as a result of this, quickly drafted the following letter with Hubba spelling the words and he and Curly taking turns writing them out.
(Transcription, if needed: Dad PLese DONT Be MAD WE BROke THe DeSK CHAIR WE CRAKD THe SiDE WHeN ALL 3 of us were sitting on it we are so soory. HERE iS OUR MoNeY To BUY A NeW CHAIR WE WiLL WoRK AND EARN MORE MoNeY. We ARE So SoRY love Hubba Curly Little O)
How could anyone be mad after something as thoughtful and heartwarming as this? Disappointed, yes. But mad? Nope.