The Mailbox

A few weeks ago, Jeff painted our mailbox burgundy to match our shutters.  It had previously been a putrid shade of forest green that he had adamantly opposed to for years.  Finally, he did something about it.  He took the mailbox off the stand and upon finding out her mailbox was missing, Megan flipped out.

"Mommy!! Mommy!!! Where my mailbox go???  How will I get my letters?"  We really need to cut back on the Blues Clues.

"Daddy is painting the mailbox so it's the same color as our door."
 
"What color he is painting it?"

 How do you explain burgundy?? "Red."

So when the mailbox finally went back up, looking all spiffy, she was beaming!  "Look at my beautiful new mailbox!  We just got a letter??"  I'm going to have to start sending her mail.

Every day she would stare out the window at her mailbox.  She is very protective of it.
"No, Daddy!  Be careful with the lawn mowmer!  Don't touch my mailbox!"
"No bird!  Don't touch my mailbox! Get off!"
"Oh no! Mommy!! Steve's dog is sniffing my mailbox!"  I refrained from breaking the real news about the sniffing to her.
"It's going to rain?  Mommy, the mailbox is going to get all wet!!"

I can't imagine what will happen when she buys her first car!
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So today we stopped by my friend's house.
"Where is Holly's mailbox?  What color is it??"   Oh boy.  :)