Dear Jonas: What you are into you are really into and what you're not into, well we better be prepared every 30 seconds to tell you how many minutes are left. Beyblade, thrilled about. You probably have 10 strong blades and you know all their names of course. You love the show even though you admit you don't understand it all. Pokemon, Skylander, also your passion. Riding your new bike, doing your reading, ugh. And let's discuss your pants. Goodness knows what you're looking for. We have been to stores, you have picked them out yourself yet every day it's a new battle with your pants which need to be tight-loose-tight rolled up to expose about 5 inches of ankle.
Somehow your dad and I looked over and suddenly you were a real boy. Saying things (for better and worse) that are 100% from your friends at school and not from us. You're making inside jokes that sound vaguely like potty talk but we can't quite tell what you're talking about. Thankfully you're still excited to tell us what you're thinking or a latest invention you're working on. I hear in a few years boys stop talking to their parents all together. For now though it's turn off the radio because I need to tell you about this epic battle I have planned.
We just can't believe you're seven. It's both been a long time, you are after all on your third school, home and city, and a short few years. You have seen the addition of two little brothers and have gone through countless "phases." Remember Thomas? That seems like so long ago, it literally was a different boy who obsessed over trains. So suddenly and not so suddenly we have this full boy who likes to collect, investigate, "pack-rat" which I've made into a verb for you and share. Thank you for being such a wonderful son and most of the time fabulous big brother. We are so very excited to see what the next year brings.
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