My daughter and I made Valentine’s for her grandparents and godparents and then talked about sending them in the mail. I told her we’d go to the post office.
“…and then bring them home?” she asked.
No, sweetie, we leave mail at the post office and then the postman brings it to the right person’s house.
Fast forward several days to Valentine’s Day. I tell her it is Valentine’s Day, a day to celebrate love, etc. We talk about Daddy being her Valentine and I asked if her little brother would also be her Valentine.
In a comically confused and concerned voice, she whispered:
“Leave him at post office?”