I went to pick up Anna Grace at nursery school this morning and when we arrived back home I saw a USPS Priority Mail box on the front step.  I go and get the box wondering what goodies could be inside (it was a total bust… nothing but a catalog in there).  Anna Grace points at the box and says "yarn".

Now what makes that child think that yarn repeatedly appears in little boxes on our doorstep?  Rascal!