Henry has never been shy about making requests.
Last summer Henry wrote a letter to Santa, asking him to ship Legos to our home. (If it's too warm for reindeer to fly, UPS works year round, right?) He watched the mail for weeks and wrote a few follow-up letters. Nothing. We don't know what Santa does during the off season, but apparently he isn't working.
Earlier this week I found a letter on the kitchen counter, addressed to the Easter Bunny. Let's hope the U.S. Postal Service knows where to find her.