The Preschooler Remembers Veterans Day

Dear Daddy,

Yesterday was Veterans Day. We slept in, and watched TV and snuggled with Mommy. That was fun. And then we had a family meeting. I hate family meetings. They are boring.

Mom told us about Veterans Day. I laid on the floor and did backbends. We talked about all the people we knew who were Veterans. I knew everything. We talked about Papa, and Big Daddy Sean, and Lammy. Mom asked us what we wanted to do so that we could honor and remember Veterans. Sissy asked if we could make our own White Table, just like they did at school. This was a much better idea than having a family meeting, so I jumped up and shouted, “Praise The Lord!”

First, we looked for everything we needed.

We were missing some things.

So Sissy made us a rose out of tissue paper and some green ribbon.

And I drew a card that said “Thank You.”

I drew a totally sweet picture of a soldier shooting an alien, too.

He had snakes for hair and was screaming in  pain.

But we didn’t put that on the table.

But I’m mailing it to you, Daddy.

 And then we put salt on the plate and we wrote “Hero” in it,

just like the book.

That part was really cool but Sissy got to do it.

But I didn’t step on her foot or kick her, or do anything.

And then we put everything together,

and we all stood by the front door and we looked at our table.

And you know what? We decided that we are going to leave it up

past Thanksgiving

by the front door,

until we decorate our house for Christmas.

But we’re not going to leave the candle burning.

Mom said you would have a heart attack, Daddy.

So we only lit it for the picture.

We didn’t have you to here to hug, so we all hugged each other.

And I even hugged Sissy.

I might have hugged her just a leeeeeetle too tight.

On the neck and stuff.

Just, you know, totally by accident.

I love you, Daddy!

And I miss you.