My son turned 6 the other weekend. He and 17 of his closest friends tromped off to Chuck E. Cheese, with mom leading the pack. He was adament that no one in his class be left out of his invite list, and I honestly didn't think EVERYONE would be able to come. (Technically I was right -- one little girl from his class wasn't there.) Needless to say, my son cleaned up when it came to new gizmos and doodads. And being the thank you note nazi I am, the next day we began the task of thanking all of his friends. I was impressed that the invitiations he picked out came with thank-you-note postcards, but if you have ever seen a kindergartener's handwriting, you'd know my son wouldn't be able to fit "thank you" in that space. So we made our own from plain cardstock folded in half. The first card we did, I had visions of grandeur that he'd be able to whip out in no time the two sentences I had modeled for him on a seperate piece of paper. About 10 minutes later w...