hello mr postman.
The loungeroom was a swirl of paper, as they drew, then cut, then folded and slipped small scraps into my hand. “Mail for you mummy!”. The old brain defrosted enough to start ticking over and I rummaged through the craft box, pulling out a small shoe box. A few quick slices with a craft scalpel, a bit of packing tape, and we had a mailbox! Boy2 slipped something in, and squealed “mummy, a letter for you!”. I peered in, and sure enough, a small scrap of cardboard was inside. “See!” he excitedly pointed to the single letter on the scrap, “An E!”.
2 thoughts on “hello mr postman.”
Awwwww! Dorian’s favourite letter is ‘D’.
Gee, wonder why? 😉