[this takes discipline.]
Dear Michael,
you've gone swimming with the kids every day since Sunday. Yes you actually went into water! You have even put your face underwater a few times. You have tried cherries, biscuits, my birthday cake. You told a joke: Why was the broom late to work? It overswept. We've caught you smiling on several occassions, especially when you and Katie play tricks on Zack!
You have fallen in love with the kids' Pixter, playing the cartridge games over and over and over again. You have taken lots of alone time and lots of play-together time. You have gotten a few mosquito bites. I have a feeling that you don't like bugs.
We have played backgammon a couple of times. You haven't quite gotten the hang of it, but you like playing, and that's all that matters.
You generally are not willing to try new foods. This morning we put orange juice in a blender and added cherries to it. You liked putting the cherries in and watching them get chopped into the OJ, but you wouldn't try our new concoction. You even tried to tell me you didn't like cherries. BZZZT. You do like cherries. Then you told me you didn't like orange juice. BZZZT. You've been drinking OJ. But the two mixed together? Nope. OK with me.
You have an interesting word for "undershirt" which I've never heard of before and can't think of now. You've never heard the word "undershirt" before, either.
You hate not knowing where your bathing suit is.
You have a nickname but prefer to be called Michael.
You still don't like to be asked a lot of questions. You still don't know where your wallet is.
I can't believe you've already been here nine days. I hope you're having a good time. We've loved having you stay with us.
