i've got mail

I don't remember how it came up, but Robin became very interested in the mail on our drive home tonight.

So, over and over, we wrote pretend letters to each other, put them in pretend envelopes, added pretend stamps, pretend walked to the pretend mailbox, pretended to put them in the mailbox, discussed the pretend mail carrier coming to pick up and sort the pretend mail and collect all the pretend letters for Robin, then walk the pretend mail route, reach our pretend house and put the pretend mail in the pretend mailbox, then pretend to retrieve the mail and read the letter.

When Robin asked me what my letters said, the answer was always:

"Dear Robin,

I love you!

Love, Mommy."

When I asked Robin what her letters said, they were never the same, but always something to the effect of:

"Ninety two dog stairs and the [unintelligible] ideas."

Robin isn't tired of this game yet, so we no doubt will have lots of chances to practice.

out for (to?) lunch

Mommy: "Robin, if you eat up all your lunch, you can have an ice cube for dessert."

Robin: [Eagerly takes another bite to show us her willingness to be bribed. And while Mommy and Daddy have not dipped their own eggs in jam, they are not planning on stopping Robin from doing so if it means finishing a meal in less than 90 minutes.]

Daddy: "Maybe you can even have TWO ice cubes!"

Robin: "No, I just want ONE ice cube." [Takes another bite.]

Mommy: "Let's not be rash here, Daddy."