You read about it before, when she lost her tooth. After evading grownup scrutiny and designing a controlled scientific experiment disproving the existence of the tooth fairy, she wrote a blunt letter to same and performed acute post-extraction oral hygiene to ensure the tooth was not rejected for uncleanliness the second go-around.
Now she is at it again sort of. This time with my inattentive knowledge, she placed the following letter in the mail box Sunday night before going to bed.
She went back to the mail box this afternoon, two days later, to verify pickup. Sadly, the letter was still there. I did get up early Monday morning and had the chance to deceive her, but I was running late and could only think about how I needed to do the blower on the leaves before going to work. Some grownup I am.
This afternoon when she discovered the letter was still in the mail box, I explained as only a seer can do that the rabbit probably gets his mail another way not requiring the postal service. So she glumly placed it on the shelf by the front door for tonight, where much needed grownup scrutiny will prevail for sure this time. Before she placed it on the shelf, I obtained her permission to break the scotch tape seal and read it. It is now resealed and awaiting delivery to the place where the rabbit lives, far away from Nowheresville like everything else you better believe it.
That's all the news from us. She never complains about her tests (but doesn't prioritize spelling). Smart girl, getting with the program of constant disappointment. Gotta go. She just called in from the kitchen and said "I kinda made a little mess with the pasta, but I'll clean it up, it's okay." She's got out the poker chips and cards. She's been working on her shuffling.