Thursday, November 5, 2009

It's in the mail.

The other day I couldn't find Ty. This is a regular occurance. I'm pretty sure all but one of my neighbors thinks I'm totally irresponsible.

I take that back. They all do.

But he usually turns up somewhere. One time the whole neighborhood was searching for him when we finally found him in the "basement" of his bunkbed (that's under the bed in Ty speak).

The other day I found him here in the mailbox. He'd ridden his favorite pink and purple hotwheels down to the mail boxes and was hanging out, singing to himself, inside the box.

It brought a smile to my face. I wish everything he did brought a smile to my face. I'm working on that.


Lisa said...

That brought a smile to my face too. I can hear his little husky voice echoing in the box!

Annessa said...

Hee,hee, hee. He found his own private place! I be the acoustics are great in there.

Grandma Caroline said...

That also brought a smile to my face! He is quite the little Mr. Independent one. The fact that he can keep himself entertained in such ways is pretty awsome.