the jack-o'-lantern smile.
The novelty of a little girl in a five-boy household never wears off. We're constantly intrigued by her dress-ups and baby dolls and spontaneous art projects. And since the moment Mary could string two words together she's been leaving little notes around the house. Boys write notes for holidays and assignments; girls write notes on the slightest whim. I came home from Stefan's orchestra concert to a stack of Mary notes on my desk:
I wont my mommy.
Wen will mommy be home.
I rilly wont my mommy.
It seems like a long time I'm wudring wen she will be home!!!
and this little pile of crumpled papers shoved under Hansie's door (in order as far as I can tell):
Just please let me in your room I'v bin so nice to you just pleas let me in your room
p.s. please let me in your room
Open this door be-cause I wont you to. So do it. Love, Mary
p.s. I do not like youDear Hans I take back wut I said be-for so please for-give me. Love, Mary
p.s. I love you
So do you for-give me? I'm very sorry abot wut I said be-for so I wont to know if you for-give me. Love, Mary
I foogive you. Love, Hans
Thanks so much for for-giveing me. Love, Mary