Thingamababy

Now that my daughter has a pretend mailbox, she needs some real mail. Here is a simple proposal.

If your kid sends my kid a postcard, my kid will send your kid one. Or rather, I’ll write one on behalf of my daughter, and she will add a few crayon scribbles.

My daughter regularly accompanies me to our real mailbox and insists that I lift her up so she can pull mail out.

Regardless of whether a mailbox is pretend or real, toddlers love receiving mail.

Will you send my Little Miss a photo postcard?

She’ll send you a scene of towering redwoods or a cold foggy coastline. Some of these giants grow taller than the Statue of Liberty. (The photo shown here was nabbed off the web because I normally don’t keep a stash of postcards at hand.)

If you’re game, shoot an e-mail to thingamababy [at] gmail [dot] com, or click the e-mail link at upper right, and we’ll exchange shipping addresses.

See related: Odin at Ex Machina began receiving postcards in 2004 upon his premature birth. He’s better now, but you can still send him a postcard too.

Sunday, August 27th, 2006Uncategorized