Week 4 - Part 2

I wrote this to Calvin in another message this week:
  Dad came in the living room yesterday morning laughing. Sophie had come into the living room and sat
down briefly, then went in to see Dad in his office. So Dad says: "Sophie closed the sliding door, then opened it and said, 'Come to dinner,' then she closed the door. Then she opened it and said, 'THAT'S NOT A REQUEST,' and closed the door." I had to laugh. Has this kid been watching "Beauty and the Beast" a little lately? Hmmmm?

Calvin wrote this as a reply:
That is so cute. She is pretty cheeky. Great, she is going to be a HANDFUL! I miss Sophie, and keep thinking how much time I hope to spend with her.
[Then he goes on to comment on some more of the email.]
Are the girls at school? Or is this Pre-season? Who won the scrimmage? Tell all the girls that I miss them, and I have letters for both of them, but I haven't found the time to buy stamps to send the letters off to them. So, living in a surrealist painting, eh? Please record your hallucinations! I would love to hear about them. What did you say to embarrass Chantal? I have noticed I have been saying things that don't make sense lately, as well. My companion probably thinks I have a developmental handicap. Maybe I do. I don't know. The investigators are doing pretty well.
[Now he refers back to Midnight's email]
Sorry I only wrote you 1 letter and I wrote dad 2. I'm sorry, I will repent in sackcloth and ashes. I'm sorry oh mother who bare me for 48 hours of Labor, oh she who sacrificed so much for me, and I would go on, but for fear of blasphemy, and having Sean Connery slap me in the face for it, I will stop. I love you Mom! Oh, so differences between Canada, and the US. Milk is in bags here. Oh, the mission apartment has a bench press in it. Also, our car does not have a speed restrictor on it like the missionaries at home do, but we have to report our klicks in at the end of the month (we're only allowed to drive 1900 klicks in a month, it's not fun if we go over), as well as the gas receipts. We have a special credit card that pays for the gas. We drive a lot, so we don't get to talk to many people, like on the street. Well, it's weird being 5 hours from home. [I think it's slightly more than 5 hours.] It's weird being surrounded by all these familiar trees and vegitation, when we drive out into the country, it's like I'm home. If home were flat. 

I love you all lots!

Calvin