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Dear Mr. President

It seems like I am always talking about Anna so I decided to share something that David did at school today.Yesterday I gave D&D a writing assignment, they were to begin a story and add to it each day this week. Daniel raised his hand (yes, I know they are homeschooled, but they will one day go to "real" school and have to know about raising hands) and asked when he could write a letter to the President. (Samuel had written a letter to the President a few years ago, and got a picture and letter back and a Christmas card the next Christmas). I told them that I would hold off on the story assignment and let them write letters to the President this week. This was going to be a whole different learning experience for them, they were going to have to learn to write a formal letter, and address an envelope have a rough and final draft.. Samuel studied this this year in 4th grade!So here is David's letter. Even though the idea was Daniel's his was very short so I am letting you read David's instead.

Dear Mister President,I am six years old. I am sorry this is your last year in the White House. Do you have any children? My name is David, and I'm home schooled. my mom is a great teacher. How are things going around the White House? Please write me back.
Isn't that sweet?
Samuel also wrote a letter and said we "live in a small but thriving city in South Arkansas"- how funny is that? small is right, but thriving I'm not sure about!
OK, I feel bad, here is Daniel's letter-
Dear Mr. Bush, I am 6 and my name is Daniel. I am sorry it is your last year in office. Please write me back.
Short and sweet. I know they both put in that they were sorry it is his last year in office, I didn't tell them to write it, they just came up with it on their own.

Congratulations to my boys they all made A's this quarter at school!!!!!!!!!
Julie

Comments

Sisters said…
"Thriving" & "city" about Star City? I laughed outloud!
Aunt Abby
Anonymous said…
I am most proud of the boys and their letters. School seems to be agreeing with them. Wonder what Anna would write the president. I am almost afraid to think of it. ha!.
mama
Anonymous said…
Too cute :)

Melissa

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