Christmas every day at home

Every day when we come home we attack the mail with a sense of urgency. Who knows why, but we do.

The Lollygagger has joined the game of tearing into the mail, no matter what it is, and claiming the prize inside.
The thrill of opening the mail, is her own little Christmas she gets to have every day. Look at the level of focus and concentration she exerts in her efforts.

When she notices that momma is still taking pictures of her ritual, she pauses and says "what?"

The envelope torn to bits, she proudly whips out and unfolds its contents revealing an Investment update, which she attempts to disseminate but quickly hands it up to momma and says, "what does all this mean"?

I tell her honestly, it's all written in Chinese and I don't read Chinese. So, she turns it over to her daddy, who says it's actually written in German, and he will have to figure out what it all means tomorrow.

The best part of the entire exchange was, she responded with "oh" and left to play a game of Go Fish with the cat.

I love the complexity and the simplicity of my Lollygagger.