There once was a boy who loved to post.
He could post anything, anywhere.
He posted things in the bin
and the dishwasher
and the laundry basket
and the sink.
He posted through the verandah slats
and out of windows.
The boy’s mother made him a postbox so that he could post sensibly,
but the boy was not interested in sensible.
He was interested in interesting.
It’s interesting to post necklaces in toilets.
It’s interesting to post toys in the bin.
It’s interesting to see Mummy’s reaction.
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Anyone else been through this interesting phase and have any suggestions to share? It’s driving me crazy!