smart girl

This afternoon the girls and I were running last-minute errands, including our tenth visit to the post office (not everyone in my life completes all things Christmas a week before Christmas, but I love them anyway).

I drove up to the large drive-thru mailbox, slipped in a large pile of letters (not mine, I promise - I was doing someone a huge favor), and drove away.

Zoey: Mommy, how do all those letters get where they need to go? Does the mail man deliver every single one? There are so many mailboxes and letters!

Mommy: Yes, the mail man delivers all the mail, but there are lots of mailmen, so they all do a little bit and it gets done.

Z: Phew! That's a lot of work.

M: Yes, it is a lot of work.

Z: That's why I am going to move to England and just be a queen.

Smart girl.