This morning, as the wee ones were waiting for the bus, I walked into the homework room to straighten things up just a little. I can usually find one or two pieces of paper that need to be recycled amongst the detritus, and I sneak it out when they aren’t looking. This morning, I found a letter Little Miss wrote to one of her puffles. And I’m not sure if I’m impressed or a little disturbed.
I do know a little of the back story. Puffles are little furball stuffed animals the wee ones love from Disney’s Club Penguin. They each have a few of the stuffed animals as souvenirs from our trips to Disney, and they have a ton of fun with them from running “Camp Puffle” to celebrating their birthdays. Recently, Little Miss brought her three Puffles to school and shared them with friends for the night. Needless to say, I put the kibosh on this as soon as I learned they were out of the house, but one Puffle is still at a child’s house for a “two week vacation.” He’s supposed to come back today, but I don’t have much faith. That said, it isn’t a bad lesson for the wee ones.
So I’m guessing that’s where this letter came from. I promise that since she doesn’t watch tv, and I watch any movie with her, I know this isn’t something she’s picked up elsewhere. I hope. I’m going to talk to her tonight to get a sense of where this letter came from.
My Dear Strike,
Mr. Fun has left the igloo, just like you have left my hands, my heart, my house, my bed, and the other Puffles, toys, and Angry Birds’ hearts.
PS I hope you have fun. I keep trying to think of happy times with you and Mr. Fun, but I keep seeing the letter from Mr. Fun. I even draw pictures.
(Yes, I edited for clarity.) So should I be worried? Or should I just enroll her in the creative writing summer camps and encourage this newfound talent for trashy novel writing?