Movin' Out...

It's official.
Jack is moving out.
The kid is sick of not being able to watch T.V.
Poor guy.
He's living in hell here in Andover.

Here's his goodbye letter, written on first grade manuscript handwriting paper:

Dear Dad and Mom,
I've decided to move away. I can't take it anymore. Don't forget me, because I will not forget you. I will move after Michael's and Jacob's birthday.

Love, Jack

P.S. I will not forget you. I love you.

Conversation held after "the reading" of the letter:
Mom: Jack, I am sad you are leaving. Where are you planning to live?

Jack: I was thinking the garage. Oh, by the way...can you put a T.V. out there for me?