Indy and his brother were going to be at their mom's house on the weekend of Easter, and he was afraid that the Easter Bunny would forget to fill his easter basket, so he wrote him a letter.

 

From that point, we started spending some of our reading time in the evenings writing letters to people of interest.

 

The first letters were kind of bland, I thought, but they gradually get a bit more interesting. And I promise I do not coach him on what to say, although if he asks I'll help him with his spelling.