Tom and I were off to the Palmiet. Mom and Jess were out, so I asked Tom to leave them a note so they’d know wassup when they got back. Sure thing Dad!
I see it on my way out. It says “we have gone.”
I say, Tom, tell them a bit more than that, my fella. Sure thing, Dad! And we trundle off to go fossicking:
When we get back, there it is on the kitchen table, complete with the seven year old’s additional information: