I found this note in a box of craft supplies that I was cleaning out the other day. I remember that Jack wrote this in first grade, but I'm not sure why it was in that box. It reads like it's meant to be a poem, complete with Emily Dickenson-type title. I think this may actually have happened. I'm pretty sure Jack swallowed one of his teeth, but I have a vague recollection that it happened at school. Maybe he was just taking a little poetic license. I have no idea.
At any rate, I had forgotten how much care he took in his handwriting back when he was learning to write. His handwriting is still neat, but not quite so careful. He loosened up a little when he realized it was taking way too long to write things down.
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