The Sky is Falling!

The boys take turns carrying the mail to the house.  Today Beckett was the "mail man".  I handed him the mail from the mailbox and he started off to the house.  After a few steps, some mail fell to the ground.  I said, 'Beckett, you just dropped some of the mail!"  He looked at the mail on the ground, looked at the mail still in his hands, looked back at the ground, and said, "I don't think that mail is from me.  I think it dropped from the sky..."