coconuts

The other day I received a package in the mail.
When I opened the mailbox and saw something more than
bills and junk mail,
well, my heart jumped.
As did the kids'.

A big mail day around here is almost as cool as... a helicopter
landing in our back yard.
So sad, I know.

But when I saw who the package was from (my friend Patty),
a sudden nervousness came over me...
because I was quickly reminded of the ear-wax pickers I had
just sent to her (a lovely gift from China to her son).

She owed me one.

In a bad way.

So of course the kids wanted me to open it.
I did.
Sweat dripping, practically.



And here's what I got...

With a lovely note that said this was to officially kick off my packing
for our cruise in 2018.

Thankfully I didn't have to explain the coconuts to anyone but Macy.
She laughed.



But the next morning as I was trying to become coherent with
my jumbo mug of coffee...
I look over and my little man had adorned himself
(I swear to ya, I had nothing to do with this)
and was delightfully playing with Easter eggs.
Thank goodness the coconuts were out of reach.

In Batman pajamas.



Patty, we're even.
For now.