I escorted my middle daughter to a hockey game tonight — just me and her.
Before the game, we had dinner together. While awaiting our order, she wrote me the following notes:
(1) “i am going to a hockey game woth my daddy and we will have fun”
(2) “i love my daddy very much evrey night”
The latter note included a picture of the two of us, standing on the grass, and included zigzagging lines beneath the grass — the roots, I was told.