Along with the stylish boot phase, Asher also loves mail.  So one day we made him his own mailbox, and sometimes he even gets some of his own mail.  Last week, after hearing the mailcarrier’s heavy boots on the porch and our creeky mailbox telling us of his sneaky work, he went out to check his box.  Disappointed that it was empty, he yelled across the street, “Where’s my mail?” to our friendly carrier.  The carrier just waved his friendly wave.  

I wonder what phase is next…

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