Now that's he is four he is allowed to get the mail. He loves getting the mail. All of us do actually. It's kind of like Christmas all the time. You just never know what might be in there. Granted we set ourselves up for the disappoinment knowing that there may be bills or advertisements, but the hope of a letter or something fun always lights the anticipation day after day. First, he runs to the mailbox. (Notice the rainboots. Any reason he can find to wear them, he does.)Sorry, Mom. Just political fliers. Maybe next time. Well, it was fun watching him feel grown up so not all was lost.