It`s Always okay to not send me an email, because I understand
Dear Mommy,
I did get the pictures you sent me on that email. My field trip is about going to this kind of farm. I’ve never heard of this kind of farm before. This farm is called Living History Farm. It sounds fun. They tell you how things are made and how they used to take care of their animals in the olden days. Like when the Pilgrims and Indians were alive. But Balen hasn’t really been saying my name. But my daddy, earlier, when he was on the office computer, he tried to get Balen to say my name, but Balen just didn’t want to say my name. He was too distracted so Daddy gave up. I didn’t want to give up, but I just didn’t say anything. That farm sounds really fun to me; doesn’t it sound fun to you?
Well, my day was good. I don’t have to say the things we do in the morning, because you know the things we do in the morning now. Do you? Well, after we do the morning stuff, like the pledges and stuff, we do the seatwork and stuff. After we do our seatwork, we have lunch. After lunch we go back to the classroom and do our seatwork for a while. After we do our seatwork for a while, we do math, language, and letters and sounds. Those three books are what we do in the afternoon. Sometimes we have sparkle and this kind of game where we line up and sit on the floor. After that we work on our seatwork for a while again. After that we go home, or to afternoon extended.
The field trip is going to happen very soon I bet, because the field trip is going to happen this Friday; which is two days from now. Tomorrow it’s going to be one day from that day, and then after that it will be field trip day, and a non-uniform day, too! It’s going to be quite a fun day on Friday.
My week has been going very well. Balen’s been doing a lot of cool things. He’s been standing up on his own a lot. Well, anyways, my week was very good. My week was good because of all the fun times at school, and at Gabriella’s house in the afternoon and morning. Well, I gotta go, sorry, though. I wish I could make this email longer. Ai yi yi yi yi!
Love,
Abigail