Eddie likes to open mail these days. He will often declare that some of our junk mail is "his." He likes to look through catalogs and open envelopes. He thinks envelopes should have something inside, so when he finds an empty return envelope, he always stuffs something in.
Today he asked for some mail before dinner and I gave him a subscription ad for a kid's magazine. "Mail for Eddie?" he asked, and I said yes.
"What's inside?" he wondered. "I don't know," I told him, then went in the kitchen, while he stayed sitting at the table.
In the kitchen, we heard him have this little conversation with himself:
"What's inside? Hmmm. Is it a tiger? No." He said "No" with a great, are-you-kidding-me kind of tone.
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