Mailman

Today, when we walked to the mailbox, Silas said, “Do you think there will be presents or a card in there?”

I tried to explain that his birthday is over, and so, no, there probably wouldn’t be (there wasn’t).

You can’t blame him for being confused…three days after his birthday, he got this package from Grandpa Walter and Grandma Robba. Then his party, then a card a few days after that–it was like the never-ending parade of birthday awesomeness.