Genius

A parcel has arrived at Wiltshire Towers for The Boy. I collect him from school, and tell him that there has been a delivery for him.

He is extremely excited that he has been sent a package, and on the way home, we discuss what it might be.  He questions me consistently as to the contents.

I ask him what he thinks is inside.  He thinks hard, then tells me in his most decisive voice that he thinks that it will be what it is.

As with post, as in life.  Good work, The Boy.