Kai was excited, too, until I told him it was time to go home. He was so disappointed that he couldn't stay at camp with Pla Shee! Poor little guy. His spirits improved considerably when we stopped for a dinner date at the Elite Cafe in Waco on our way home.
Yesterday Kai "wrote" a letter to Pla Shee and announced that he needed to put it in the mailbox so the "mail lady" could take it to camp for him.
One of the fun things about living in the country is that bike rides to the mailbox can be exciting adventures without any added work. For example, on our journey we saw a mama rabbit and her babies, found a horse shoe, and decided that a giant field of milo can make a pretty good maze for a person who is less than 3 feet tall.