Who knew that if you didn’t put a name on a letter to a PO Box, it would be returned?

People left and right are getting their payment for the Reformation Day Ball returned as undeliverable.

But at least plenty of people will be there!

Geneva has grown up enough to know what she wants. Last week some time, Megan was taking a walk with the girls, and passed a yard that had a little doll stroller in it. Geneva was very excited about that doll stroller. A few days later, we went to Sam’s Club, and there happened to be a little set of a doll stroller, car seat and high chair in the middle of the aisle. Geneva saw it, and asked me to “give them money for it”.

That night, at the dinner table, she went on and on about how she wanted a doll stroller. She talked about what she’d do with it, and how fun it would be. And then at the end of a particularly excited rant, she yelled out “That’s my boy!”.

I cracked up. Apparently, it’s a line from Monster’s Inc. It’s been a popular phrase in the household since then.