Letters from a father to his sons

Dear Finley and Henry,

You are four and two. You are my sons. You are good boys, and as your dad, my primary job is to help you become good men. I hope to lead by example most of the time.  I hope we will have many heart to heart discussions.  But sometimes, oftentimes, your old man is more eloquent in writing than he is in person.  So even though it’s kind of weird, especially since you can’t even read yet (unless you count memorising the Hungry Caterpillar, which, for the record, I do not) these are letters from your dear old Dad to you dear Finley and Henry.

Love,

Dear Old Dad