Dear Mr. President,
Mama said you were in town yesterday. That's pretty cool. When she woke up yesterday she said to me, "Hey Bud! Do you want to see some presents today?" and I was all, "YEAH!!" and gave her the double index finger to show how jazzed I was. Then she walked into the kitchen for her morning coppee.
I was so excited to be getting presents that I started to tear through all the closets and the laundry room looking for them.
You and I both know that I was mistaken. There were no presents, Mr. President. She was talking about you. It seems she had no intention of showering me with new trains and cars, but rather standing outside in the rain and then in a giant sports annex waiting for hours to see you. So you can see how I would be confused. Because um, booooring.
Mr. Presents, my Mama is no dummy. It occured to her when I lost my ever loving mind over lunch (don't judge me. I was promised presents!) that this was not going to work out for us. I could see her harken back to a recent super fun time were it took a giant leaf hypnotizing me to bring me back from sensory overload town. That's when the light bulb went off over her head. I totally saw it, Mr. Presents. She realized it would be ridic to try and cart Plum and I out into that kind of madness. So instead we stayed home and made a fort.
She told me that someday we will meet you. So that's pretty cool. I like trains.
Hope you had a nice time in my hometown. Those are some impressive cranes in the downtown area, no? The bulldozers are the best part of the whole town. I hope you got a chance to see them. They will blow your mind.
Peace out, man.
Mr. Pants
Mama said you were in town yesterday. That's pretty cool. When she woke up yesterday she said to me, "Hey Bud! Do you want to see some presents today?" and I was all, "YEAH!!" and gave her the double index finger to show how jazzed I was. Then she walked into the kitchen for her morning coppee.
I was so excited to be getting presents that I started to tear through all the closets and the laundry room looking for them.
You and I both know that I was mistaken. There were no presents, Mr. President. She was talking about you. It seems she had no intention of showering me with new trains and cars, but rather standing outside in the rain and then in a giant sports annex waiting for hours to see you. So you can see how I would be confused. Because um, booooring.
Mr. Presents, my Mama is no dummy. It occured to her when I lost my ever loving mind over lunch (don't judge me. I was promised presents!) that this was not going to work out for us. I could see her harken back to a recent super fun time were it took a giant leaf hypnotizing me to bring me back from sensory overload town. That's when the light bulb went off over her head. I totally saw it, Mr. Presents. She realized it would be ridic to try and cart Plum and I out into that kind of madness. So instead we stayed home and made a fort.
She told me that someday we will meet you. So that's pretty cool. I like trains.
Hope you had a nice time in my hometown. Those are some impressive cranes in the downtown area, no? The bulldozers are the best part of the whole town. I hope you got a chance to see them. They will blow your mind.
Peace out, man.
Mr. Pants
Mr. Presents [Image Source: © C. Walter]
