My Mail

Hailey grabbed an envelope from the stack of mail and insists that it is hers, she says that the address says to Hailey and Katie. I give her the mail and let her play with it, it is junk correspondence anyway.

D: Hailey, lets go upstairs. Bring your mail.

H: It’s my mail though. It’s not for the machine.

Maybe I shred too much mail when Hailey knows that all the mail that goes into my office goes into the shredder?