Finally, a response

A few months ago, Chase came downstairs with a letter he had written to the President. It was pure sweetness - from his heart, thanking GWB for sending our troops to Iraq. Since that time, he has checked the mailbox EVERY.SINGLE.DAY, hoping for a response. Each day his face fell as no letter came. He would dig through the pile of mail, then moan, "Why hasn't George written back?" (He's only the President, after all. Surely he has nothing better to do.) It was crushing me, so much so that I was on the verge of forging a letter, just to save Chase the heartache. Unfortunately, he's a little smarter than the average kid. He knows all about postmarks, stamps, and official seals. My forgery would have had to be pretty good to pass muster. My mother-in-law even recommended a friend of a friend of the family who lives in D.C. and could mail something for me, just to get the D.C. postmark. Good in theory, but I was a little worried about posting something with the White House as a return address. What with heightened security, mail fraud, and all such nonsense.

Fortunately for Chase (and to save me from that inevitable mail fraud indictment), a REAL letter arrived yesterday, courtesy of our new friend Dubya.

When the school bus dropped them off, I stood by the counter, camera poised, ready for the moment. Right as rain, Chase headed straight for the pile of mail on the counter. Just like he has EVERY DAY for the past two months. "IT CAME!! IT CAME!!"

Yep, it came. Complete with a nice glossy 8x10 of Dubya and the Missus. Real letter pressed seal on the paper, too (which he pointed out for all of us to notice).

My only challenge now is convincing Chase that we don't need to frame it all and put it up in the kitchen. So far he's not buying it.