There is a small stuffed Tigger that hangs from a key chain that, lately, can be found hanging on our door.

Tiny Tigger on our door knob.

The Tigger was originally ours, but Carter decided he was done with it and graciously offered it to one of the four and a half year old twin girls who live next door to us.  Let’s call her Ella.

She was quite taken with it and rushed home to show her mom.  The Tigger has a zipper in its back that can be unzipped to disclose a small pouch that one might use to store coins or paper money.  But not for Ella.  No, that pouch had only one use in her mind and that is to put notes in.

I got a text from Ella’s mom the first night Tigger was at their house.  It warned me that Ella had hung the Tigger on our doorknob and that inside there was a note for Carter.

Ella will be 5 this summer and cannot yet write, but her mom acted as scribe for her.  It was a simple note letting Carter know she will not be able to play because she is at her cousins house.

The next time Ella came over she demanded to know where the Tigger was and why Carter had not written her a note back.

Carter does not like to write.  His spelling and handwriting are both less than desirable, but he wrote her back.

And so this has been on going on, cul-de-sac pen pals.  Today there was a new note from Ella and this time she wrote it herself and her mom wrote a translation.

I rather love the notes in the Tigger.  It makes me smile to see it hanging on our door or to watch Carter run across the cul-de-sac to hang it on Ella’s mailbox.