Mollie got this little fairy postbox for Christmas and it’s actually proving to be quite a cute yet educational tool for helping her to learn to write. We’ve done two letters to date. The cutest thing is that whilst Mollie is learning to read and write via phonics, her spelling is very much in line with how things sound (for reasons that should be obvious).
First note addressed to “Feree Godmuvu” had me thinking that it was perhaps about time I make an attempt to deviate Mollie’s accent from its Hertfordshire twang, inherited from her father, by teaching her “th” instead of “v” for certain words. Though there is a part of me that thinks it’s cute, my majority side screams NOOOOOOOOO. Though thinking back to my A Level English studies, what’s the harm in a bit of dialect? Errr…maybe not at age 4. But she’s got the right idea; according to the teachers she is doing great if she can write words in accordance with how they sound. So of course I’m pleased as Punch that her first note said “I luv yoo”.
The First Posting
On the night of the first postage, Mollie diligently sealed her letter, informed me under no uncertain terms that it was a private correspondence, wrote the note, sealed it in a miniature pink envelope and applied the stamp. She posted it through the letter box and jumped straight into bed. When I reminded her that fairies can only come at night when little girls are asleep in their beds, I had the most compliant child in Bedfordshire. Off she went to sleep. Meanwhile, Fairy Godmother poured herself a glass of gin, put her feet up and settled down in front of the telly for some good old SimCity BuildIt. Tick tock and off to bed.
The next morning, the first thing Molls did when she awakened was to check her fairy mail. The incompetent Fairy Godmother slapped her forehead in dismay when she realised she had forgotten to answer Mollie’s correspondence! There, at the bottom of the postbox, nestled the envelope, quite untouched. Bracing herself for the impending fallout, Mummy explained that fairy godmothers have quite a few children that they look after, so maybe Mollie’s was busy visiting her other children last night and simply got too tired to come to her room. Mollie completely bought it: “Maybe she will come tonight while I’m sleeping.”. Mummy agreed, making a mental note not to raid the drinks cabinet that evening, but to guarantee a magical late-night visitation instead.
To the joy of my four-year-old, it appeared the next morning that Fairy Godmother had indeed stopped by this time, left her compliments and had even taken the second letter Mollie left behind at Christmas. One happy child :0)
Now, we left it a few weeks before writing again. This time, when Fairy Godmother’s letter was left, it was much, much harder to decipher. Mummy counted her lucky stars that she had enquired as to the content of the latest message, since upon reading it, it was quite tough. I’ll let you judge:
Errr…yeah. So Mollie was starting a conversation; she commented that it must be Feree’s birthday soon. Think she ran out of space. Shame Fairy Godmother didn’t, I think she got a bit carried away when drafting her response!
Must. Remember. She’s. only. 4. There was a brief comment that the fairy had left her quite a long letter, but that was overshadowed by the excitement that maybe, just possibly, Mollie doesn’t just share her birthday with the Queen, but actually with her very own Fairy Godmother?! I mean ermergherd. The parties!
We left it at plannng her next letter, whereby she intends to ask her Fairy Godmother if it’s ok for her to call her “Lantern”.