And so we do. It is from D in Colorado, and she has sent groovy things, including yarn, ginger candy, an oriole and socks. We lay out the niftiness along with the other wonderful things that have come in the mail.
Behold the little mercenary, gloating over his loot. "Mine, all mine!" Not the ginger candy, greedy baby. You have no teeth.
Having celebrated his amazing haul with a baby-style happy dance, Junior is worn out. Daddy informs me that Little Himself wishes to go outside and see the sights, including the fish pond, the marigolds, and the big pine.