This afternoon Mr D insisted he sit down and begin writing his Christmas cards for kindy. Last year this was a long and awful process as he sat and wrote them all himself. This year he’s doing it himself again – but what a difference a year makes. I gave him the list and he copied down the names, wrote the envelopes, put on a sticker and then passed to me to put the card in the envelope. Oh and then marked off the name on the list with a purple crayon cross. Far less painful – but having said that I think we’re not quite half way through yet.
When I disappeared to do the next rewrite on Fifteen Floors Above Bondi – he came in with a card written especially for me. This is such a wonderful age.