Since you’ve been gone, lots has happened.
First of all, I got sick. Here I am in bed…suffering without you.
Mom compensated for your absence by letting us watch Plaza Sesamo (“PlazaMo” to you and me, Dad) on repeat for two whole days. We know ALL the words to ALL the songs now. I bet you’re really excited to learn them, too.
Then I got better only to discover that our hostel had been taken over by a wild band of beasts called Niños.
Niños, it seems, are a strange species resembling babies, but they are much bigger, louder and harder to please. I kept my distance as I followed them around the yard and took notes. After careful observation, I discovered them to be a highly volatile, often violent and sporadically tender mammal of the stinky critter class.
In short, I have yet to feel comfortable in their unpredictable presence.
Don’t get me wrong. I have tried to make friends, but it’s like all they want to do is smash things, pull my hair, and set butterflies on fire. Could that be?
Alright, let’s not mince words, Dad. Between you and me, THEY FREAK ME OUT. Please come home. Please.
But, even more disturbing is that Mom says…Oh geez, how should I put this? Dad, she says you’re one of them. Is this true?
Are you a Niño, Dada? Please tell me it isn’t so.
Anyway, besides the Niño invasion, things have been pretty routine.
Every day I do my chores: I help Mama wash the dishes, make the bed, and put away my toys. My favorite, by far though, is feeding the chickens.
Oh! I’m supposed to feed the pan to the gallinas? My mistake.
Okay, one for me…
And one for you!
We’ve also been going climbing….
…with our good friends Caro and Uri. Caro is a pediatrician, and Uri is crazy. I really like them both.
You see, I got this new project that I really REALLY want to show you.
The other thing I’ve gotten really good at is going potty by myself. I don’t wear pañales anymore, Daddy. I thought you should hear it from me first: I’m a big girl now. I can even hold it all night long (which is more than we can say for poor Mom).
Super WOW, right?
Sometimes Luah comes over to play in the afternoons. She’s my mejor amiga.
Look at how calm and reasonable she is!
“Why yes, Luah, I would like a strange little fruit that fell from the tree. Thank you!”
And sometimes Mama and I go on a walk down the dirt road to get Agua de Cocos. Yummy!
Well, that’s about it, Dad. I hope you liked my letter. Please come home soon. I can’t wait for you to tickle and cuddle me.
In the meantime, I’ll just be waiting here with my best smile and a basket of beans!