A few weeks ago we got a letter from Shaun's little sister, Molly.  Or Evan, Madalyn and Jack's Aunt, Molly... or my sister-in-law, Molly... (however you want to put it):

The reason we were delayed in recording and returning our activity list with Stanley was that he had jet lag and preferred to nap for the few days first.  We were NOT neglecting him in any way shape or form.  He did not, I repeat- DID NOT- spend an entire week on the ottoman on Shaun's side of the bed, buried under a tall stack of junk mail. Certainly not.  We would never treat our guests that way, (just in case you were wondering if we leave our guests under tall piles of junk mail because that's a perfectly normal thing to wonder about people like us.)

Anyway, after he caught up on rest we did these things:

Chilled in the pool.

(She wasn't exaggerating the flat part.)

Cooked with dirt and worms.

Ate lots of starches and yellow foods.

And had a makeover.

I think he particularly loved the Strawberry Shortcake Body Glitter.  (I know this because he sighed in ecstasy.)

(P.S. Sorry about the broken/dislocated/bent arm, Stanley.  Jack couldn't resist folding you.  You're very foldable, as flat as you are and everything.  I'm sure you understand.  And at least your nails look good.)