it actually started about two months ago but I thought it was a passing fancy, one time thing. But no, this in fact seems to have stuck.
Professor Pokey lives in the street lamp in front of the neighbor's house. I don't know why he's a professor. Or why he lives in a street lamp. But the girls run to him at least twice a week to visit him and ask him questions. They whisper their questions to him, pause to listen and run back happily, shouting goodbyes over their shoulder. Even Yellow has been to visit Professor Pokey many times.
So there you go.
Dear Professor Pokey,
If you do in fact, live in our street lamp, and are the all wise professor with power of influence, please tell my children to behave for their mom. She's tired. And that donuts don't constitute a healthy lunch. And that they can't wear flip flops in the winter. And to study hard in school. And to choose good friends. And most of all, that their mom loves them so much.
With sincere thanks,
Mom
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