Letter to Asher
Dearest nephew-boobala,
I am sorry I laughed at this photo of you.
But only a little bit, really. And afterwards I hugged my computer because I wanted to hug you so much. My computer did not appreciate it; not one bit.
Come to Chicago. The lemon tree has three open blooms for you to sniff and there are monsters on the wall that want to say hello to you.
All my love,
Aunty M.
April 13th, 2008 at 1:02 pm
Hi Aunty M
Thank you for the hug. Mummy squished me breathless for you.
I loved ice-skating even though I spent a lot of time on my bum and my pants got all wet and frozen. I especially love all things COLD and have been asking to visit you since I was told it is cold in Chicago. But I’m not sure your monsters will like me. I am a polar-bear-shark at the moment and may really scare those monsters with my awful roar. And my powerful kicks. And loud voice.
I miss you and Uncle Ross :(
love
Asher
April 14th, 2008 at 5:10 pm
I told the monsters about the polar-bear-shark.
They shivered.
Maybe by the time you meet them you will be something less scary, like a flying-horse-spider.
MISS YOU.