Where's My Mail?

Wyatt loves mail! I have no idea why but he always thinks that he will have mail when we go to the post office. Therefore I have gotten in the habit of giving him select pieces of junk mail as "his mail" to pacify his need. Guess he's the junky and I'm the supplier! Anyway yesterday he had his mail and was playing with it and when he finished he left it on the floor in the living room between the couch and Brad's recliner. I was upstairs and Brad and the boys were downstairs and I hear "My Mail! Dad Conner's eating my mail!" Sure enough Conner had rolled off his blanket and over by the couch and was munching on a postcard flier. Brad had to pull it out of Conner's mouth in little pieces. I suppose this should be a learning lesson for Wy but I'm sure we'll have more of these precious moments where Wy leaves things and Conner goes after them. So much for peace and quiet at our house but I wouldn't have it any other way.