Our kid, that is. I was on the right track, locking away the stamps.
Today the following envelope arrived in our mailbox:
Cute, you’re thinking, right? Yeah, until Andrew and I both realize that neither of us helped her address, stamp, or mail it. We ask if she did it at school. “No”, came the sheepish reply. Questions about where the stamp came from and how she mailed it yielded the party line: “I can’t remember. I’m pretty sure it was a long time ago.”
So at some point in time, our child addressed herself an envelope, ripped off a stamp, and managed to sneak the whole deal into the outgoing mail. Impressive as it is frightening. I feel as if I’m beginning to paint the picture that we abandon our child for hours at a time in order for some of her shenanigans to happen. Truly, she’s just that good.
At any rate, the high-value work product enclosed is truly priceless: