Jonathan -- or someone else, since Mark informed me that he is Jonathan -- left his friend Spot here after a weekend visit. Mark (Jonathan? I'm not sure...) was very concerned that his best friend get 'Pot back just as soon as possible (or sooner, really), so we packed the little guy (Spot, not Mark/Jonathan) into a box, and this morning after my allergy shot, went off to the post office to "Mail 'Pot" (which my son had been reminding me all morning).
There was quite a line. Adam sat in his car seat looking around at all the people, and Mark mostly stayed nearby, but sort of edged around people in line to look at some of the cool things the post office has for sale -- little toy mail boxes, mail trucks, pretty packaging, etc.
Mark was exceedingly good as we waited, and glad that we were going to "mail 'pot". Just a little before our turn, a lady who had been at the counter came back toward us instead of heading for the exit. In her hand, she held a toy mail truck -- one of the ones Mark had been admiring earlier.
She handed it to me, saying, "This is for him," and then walked off through the exit as quickly as her surgical-booted feet and cane could take her, but not before Mark said a very soft and awe-filled "Fank you" to her.
We mailed Spot and went on to Grandma Skelly's, and Mark proudly showed her the truck. On the way home, he didn't talk, he didn't point out all the trucks, tractors, diggers, trailers, and other exciting things we passed because he was too busy playing with his new truck. He discovered how to open both side doors and the rear door as well (which Grandma and I thought didn't open). He also took it to bed for his nap.
So. While it cost almost as much to mail Spot as he cost new -- that doesn't count the excessive sentimental value attached, which I cannot criticize, having owned a string of precious stuffed "Baby Brians" -- we were paid back and then some by some nice lady inflicting upon us a random act of kindness.
(Oh, yeah, when we said prayers for lunch, later, we thanked God for the nice lady and asked Him to bless her. Okay, I did, but Mark said "Mail truck". He was thinking of her too.)