I went through a stack of very old papers that had gotten tucked away. Most of it went straight into the trash, but then I found this gem. He must have been barely ten.
Dear Dad and Mom,
Good afternoon, it is me Owen. I have wrote this letter saying I am deeply sorry for the "tantrum" this morning. As of now I am hiding somewhere in the back yard. You can come look or just stay there, I do not mind. I hope to make it up to you.
PS. Dad please meet me at the basketball court and get ready to go somewhere (??). And please just trust me.
I laughed and laughed and laughed. I couldn't even read it to Ernie because I was laughing so hard.
That felt good.
"…I am hiding in the backyard. You can come look for me or stay there, I do not mind." That just kills me. Poor little martyr.
I can't stop laughing.