42 minutes later

Going for the mail
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Come on Annabelle; let’s walk out to the mailbox.
She runs in her room.
Do you want to go with me for the mail?
She emerges holding her sandals, sunglasses on, bunny ears from Easter on her head (where did she find these anyway?)
It was after dinner on a warm evening – neighbors were out washing their cars, reading on their porches, taking care of their flowers. Everyone had to stop to admire Annabelle and her choice of going-to-the-mailbox attire.
We head across the yard, take a detour through one neighbors yard so Annabelle can flirt with the older kids, another stop at other neighbor to admire his flowers, speak to another walking 4 dogs. Get to the mailbox, find it empty. Head back. Stop at the playhouse, back to see the kids again, over to the swing, around the house for good measure and back to the porch where Tom says “I think your Mom already brought in the mail”
Seriously, this is why I get nothing done.
I love it.