Then again...

...there are those times when even a two year old plus prodding and poking don't suffice.

Last night on our way out the door we found a large box in our entryway, addressed to Tom and Gretchen from Edith, via her grandparents. Surprised, we asked her about it. She remembered nothing. We asked whether she might have helped Mor-mor to pick out a birthday present for Mommy over Christmas. When that elicited no response, we started testing the box. It was very large, and the package inside was rectangular but rather soft. Wrapped in birthday-themed paper, it was addressed to both Mommy and Daddy. We hadn't mentioned wanting sheets or towels. Too small to be two new pillows. Surely no one had bought us matching outfits. We were stumped.

Finally, we opened it. A note lay on top:


Why ever didn't we guess?

The note brought it all back to Edith, who promptly and gleefully absconded with both crocodiles, taking Pea Soup in today for a visit to DaPreschool (as she calls it). We did get a brief moment with them: Confirming they are the nice kind of crocodile, Edith held them to our faces and said, "See? They have jaws to kiss you with."