The Post Office

Alyssa was sitting on the back of the couch last night and I told her several times to get down. She sits up there smiling, not realizing that if she falls backwards she will crack her head on the tile floor. So, I explained to her, “If you fall off the couch, you will crack your head on the floor and we’ll have to go to the hospital.”

Later that night while she was getting her bath, she bumped her head on the tub. She looked at me and said, “I bonked my head on the tub and I go to the post office.” I said, “The post office? Do you mean the hospital?” She said, “No, I go to the post office.” I said, “Do you want to mail yourself somewhere?” She just smiled.