"Guess what?"
"What?"
"The mailman works here"
And sometimes he rides his bike and takes all the letters to all the people.
But mama.. He has one thousand million people who are mailing letters.. Etc. on and on and on.
There was an older lady standing in front of us who kept turning around. At first I thought we were bugging her, but she was smiling. When she turned around again, I smiled and she looked at me and said "what a bright and delightful child! Such imagination! You are blessed"
So true!!
