Mr. Postman, look and see...

Reagan's Nai Nai and Papa love her very much...and she knows it.

Today when we came home at lunchtime, there was a package on our front porch. We could see it from the car. I picked up the regular mail and we drove inside the garage. As soon as Reagan spotted the package she got hyper excited and exclaimed (multiple times) "Nai Nai present me! Nai Nai present me!"

I quickly corrected her and explained that not every box on the front porch was filled with goodies from her grandparents. Perhaps someone had sent Danny or me a package. It's just possible a few people remember that we live here, too.

Reagan was insistent and relentless. "Nai Nai and Papa surprise me cute clothes! Cute clothes!"

"Well, yes, it could be cute clothes, Sweetie," I purred at my now bouncing up and down daughter. "But you need to calm down. We don't know what it is."

We were out of our coats and racing for the front door by this time. Reagan reached the lock first and cried, "I do it! I do it!" I stepped back and after a tiny struggle, Reagan released the lock and was working on the door handle. She looked up, red faced and breathing hard: "Mommy, help me, please."

I opened the door and reached out to pull in the mystery package.

You guessed it. Addressed to our little princess and the return address? Papa and Nai Nai, of course.

The contents? I cut open the end of the bag and Reagan stormed it like a bloodhound on the scent of...cute clothes. Reagan pulled each item out and rubbed it against her face and said softly, "Cute clothes, so cute!"

When she'd finished examining her booty, she smiled up at me and said, "Nai Nai present me, Mommy."

I'll never doubt her package identifcation skills again.