I took this photo a few days ago, after N had written some messages to me on our well-used, impossible-to-clean, no-longer-anything-approaching-white white board.
Baroy, noticing these messages, made a side comment to me along the usual 'what am I, chopped liver?' lines. N overheard, and apparently decided to address the issue, so as not to make his Dad feel badly. "I wrote you a letter, too, Daddy!" he announced proudly just a few minutes later.