We mailed some packages to Daddy and I let Carly run around instead of being strapped into her stroller. It was probably for the best because the clerk was sooo slow. Chestnut Hill is still the least-scary post office in the area, though.
Running - and looking very focused! She saw a bear from across the room...and this is her new haircut. Cute, right?
Figuring out the stamp machine
The ladies at the post office had some music playing...it was very, um, ethnic and Carly was transfixed. She couldn't figure out what was going on.
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