We picked our chocolates for his teachers and he dictated a note for them to me. Here it is:

Dear teachers,
Happy writings and I’ll get you some chocolate. Hi. This is my last day of preschool. Chocolates for Lynne and Wendy and me. Computers are on the way to the mouse house. That’s a funny one. I love you teachers. Know what I have happy dreams to you. And that’s all. Bye.

He signed his name. Sometime last week he announced he wanted to write his name and so he’s been doing that and also asking for me to write down other words for him to copy. He gets very excited whenever anyone reads a word that he’s written.

I’m going to spend the weekend “jazzing” up my sample chapter on the advice of the agent. She *is* interested in the project but I don’t know if she’ll accept it or not. Depends on my revisions. I cleared my calendar by getting some other work done and Brett doesn’t have to work which means my mom time will be limited, too. It’s a garage sale bonanza tomorrow but our car is busted so that’s not even a temptation. OK, time to place my nose back against the grindstone!

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