Mail for ME!
Checking mail is a daily event, and I get pretty excited about it. Mom and I walk to the post office, and in that rather large establishment, there are hallways and hallways of little mailboxes. We often see people we know checking their mail, as this seems to be the highlight of everybody's day here. At this base, a day consists of either checking mail, shopping at the BX, or well, shopping at the commissary. Those are the three "errand options." So, inevitably, we are bound to meet someone we know.
Yesterday was no different. We met someone we know. Remember how I got my first kiss? Well, we saw Q's Mom at the post office. Q wasn't there. Otherwise, I'm pretty sure she would have tried to give me smooch. She's a good buddy of mine.
Well, Mom and I rounded the corner of our "hallway," and we passed the zillions of boxes until we reached ours. I always watch intently as Mom spins to the numbers on our combination lock. Then, TA-DA! The mailbox opens. Yesterday, we hit the jackpot. Mom got her Cooking Light magazine. Dad got some boring bank stuff. And, usually, I just get to hold onto Mom's mail. But, on this day, I actually got mail. Mom looked on the back of the envelope, and it read, "To Jack." Sure, Mom and Dad's address was on the front, but the envelope was for me! There was even a cowboy postage stamp. Oh man! I could hardly wait to open that thing.
We went home, and by this time, I was so hungry that I completely forgot about the mail. Mom made me some dinner, and in the evening rush, I never remembered the mail. I threw a fit in the evening, after I realized, but Mom never figured it out. Instead, she blamed my fit on teething and "separation anxiety." Yeah, well, NO, I forgot to open my envelope. Sheesh. Mom never got the memo. My desperate attempts to communicate my frustration were futile.. Try communicating when sobbing. It's hard.
This morning, Mom remembered! She helped me open my letter, and it was from my great-grandmother! She sent me a card that had a bear on it. The happy bear was delivering mail to a mouse, and he even had a duck in his postbag. Luckily, this bear looked like a kind-hearted one. Otherwise, I'd question what was in the parcel that the bear was delivering to the mouse -- hopefully, nothing dangerous needing a "squad." The duck didn't look like he was being held hostage either. He had a smile -- just along for the ride, I guess. There was also a little tortoise in the picture -- the bear's sidekick.
In the card, grandmother told me all about a flood that had happened and about "Spicey," her black and white cat.
Well, I'm off to show Albert my card. I think he'd appreciate the picture of the bear. Maybe he'll read me the card again.
Yesterday was no different. We met someone we know. Remember how I got my first kiss? Well, we saw Q's Mom at the post office. Q wasn't there. Otherwise, I'm pretty sure she would have tried to give me smooch. She's a good buddy of mine.
Well, Mom and I rounded the corner of our "hallway," and we passed the zillions of boxes until we reached ours. I always watch intently as Mom spins to the numbers on our combination lock. Then, TA-DA! The mailbox opens. Yesterday, we hit the jackpot. Mom got her Cooking Light magazine. Dad got some boring bank stuff. And, usually, I just get to hold onto Mom's mail. But, on this day, I actually got mail. Mom looked on the back of the envelope, and it read, "To Jack." Sure, Mom and Dad's address was on the front, but the envelope was for me! There was even a cowboy postage stamp. Oh man! I could hardly wait to open that thing.
We went home, and by this time, I was so hungry that I completely forgot about the mail. Mom made me some dinner, and in the evening rush, I never remembered the mail. I threw a fit in the evening, after I realized, but Mom never figured it out. Instead, she blamed my fit on teething and "separation anxiety." Yeah, well, NO, I forgot to open my envelope. Sheesh. Mom never got the memo. My desperate attempts to communicate my frustration were futile.. Try communicating when sobbing. It's hard.
This morning, Mom remembered! She helped me open my letter, and it was from my great-grandmother! She sent me a card that had a bear on it. The happy bear was delivering mail to a mouse, and he even had a duck in his postbag. Luckily, this bear looked like a kind-hearted one. Otherwise, I'd question what was in the parcel that the bear was delivering to the mouse -- hopefully, nothing dangerous needing a "squad." The duck didn't look like he was being held hostage either. He had a smile -- just along for the ride, I guess. There was also a little tortoise in the picture -- the bear's sidekick.
In the card, grandmother told me all about a flood that had happened and about "Spicey," her black and white cat.
Well, I'm off to show Albert my card. I think he'd appreciate the picture of the bear. Maybe he'll read me the card again.
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