Sam's hair is growing and curling over his ears. He looks younger with his hair longer, even though he has grown so much this summer. All the back-to-school talk makes me think about him going one day and my stomach does its own curling around. With school will of course come *his chosen profession* and at this point it looks to be some kind of city or federal employee-- street cleaner, recycle man, road crew, or MAYBE A POSTAL WORKER. At this point in the list his tiny voice goes to fever pitch and he trembles at the thought of BEING ABLE TO DELIVER THE MAIL ONE DAY. Again, I suspect he's not unlike most three year-olds.
You know what's coming next then. A mailbag for my little mail person. Right now he's a little suspect since it's not exactly standard issue, but we'll wait until Tuesday and see if he whips it out when our Mail Lady comes walking up the block.
Brushed Canvas, Happy Street Canvas, straps long enough so that I can carry it when he drops in the middle of the sidewalk, and most happily -- S(am) Mail freezer paper stencil.