He's got mail

Every time Biscuit and I walk to the mailbox, I reach in and pull out the sales fliers, bills, magazines and other stuff, and he always asks the same thing, "Mom, is there mail for me?"

My Mama mails holiday cards to Biscuit, complete with a couple of dollars. My mother-in-law sends him cards. And a friend of mine sent him a letter back in April, complete with some fun jokes, including this one:

Two muffins were in the oven. One muffin said, "Wow. it's really hot in here." The other muffin said, "Oh my gosh! A talking muffin!"

And even though he STILL doesn't get it, he cracks up laughing and said, "Mom, that's SO funny!"

And he is still fascinated with mail.

This week has seen numerous notes in our postal portal.

A couple of our friends took a recent trip to Alaska, and since they know how much the boy loves mail, they sent some postcards.

The Alaskan Railroad provides both passenger and freight
service from Seward to Anchorage and all the way on to Fairbanks
in the interior of the state. One popular destination for many
passengers is Denali National Park, seen here in the background.

Two Dall sheep rams battle for dominance.

And while we were in the mountains, Mama picked up a postcard from a place called Bat Cave. That's the real name of the town. And of course Biscuit was thrilled because he thought Batman lived there.

Bat Cave community is near Bat Cave Mountain in
Henderson County, N.C., which got its name for a fissure
cave under the mountain home to thousands of bats.

"Mom, I love getting mail," Biscuit always says.

I almost want to say to him, "Enjoy it now because one you're a grownup, all you get is credit card offers and bills!"