Under my pillow or against my bedside table (no wait that’s a bedside stool) he leaves me envelopes to find. They always have a large ‘M’ on them, so I know they are for me.
F: Mummy did you get my letter?
Me: Yes I did it was lovely. Thank you. Can you tell me what it says?
Me: You’ve got lots of letters and pictures here, what does it all say?
F: I don’t know Mummy. I can’t read.
I don’t care what all the letters and symbols mean. He leaves me surprise notes. That’s enough for me.