Feburary 27, 2011
Dear Artemis,
Myles is writing this for me because I can't spell all the words he can. I hope you don't mind. Mummy told us to write to you because you were sick, does she mean like the one time I had the flu? Chicken soup helped me then, maybe it would make you feel better. Or maybe some treacle and expresso. According to Mummy we can't visit you because the hospital you're in is too far away. How far away is it? Shaun, a kid in my class, told me he once visited America. That's pretty far. Myles is calling me a simple-toon because apparently there are much farther places than America, like the Sun. Is your hospital on the Sun? Myles says the Sun would burn you alive. So I hope you change hospitals...
You must be really sick because Mummy has been really quiet. I just asked her why you where in the hospital and I didn't understand what she said and Myles wasn't in the room so I don't know. Can you tell me? Again I suggest chicken soup.
I got an A on my art project! Mummy hung it up on the refrigerador. She says I'll be the next Monet, but I rather be as good an artist as you. Your drawings and paintings are pretty, especially the one of the girl with the pointy ears. I think it's your best one! Maybe I'll paint you a picture to make you feel better, it'll probablly make you happier than the story Myles plans on sending you.
Myles refuses to write anymore, so I'm using the big dictionary in the library to spell all my words. I didn't even have to look up the word dictionary though because it was on the cover! I bet you probably know all the words in the dictonary. Myles just read everything I wrote and said he was 'apalled at my spelling' whatever that means. He just went through and fixed it all. Apparently even an infant can spell dictionary. Myles is writing again so I don't have to keep looking up words. That's good it took too long.
Dad is off on another trip to a place in Asia. According to Myles, he is trading with some people who ship tea or something. I wish I could travel as much as Dad and you. It must be lots of fun. Can you take me on one of your trips? Myles wants to go to.
Myles is yelling at me to hurry up because he wants to write his own letter, too. So get better, Artemis.
Love,
Beckett