Every time we go to the post office, the nice lady asks if Eleanor is old enough for a sucker. I always say, "Not quite" and she always says, "Okay, but I get to give her her first sucker." Since I realized this might be our last trip to this post office, I allowed the sucker. To say Eleanor enjoyed it would be an understatement. The sucker lasted over an hour and was thrown away without protest when it was time for lunch. Although when Eleanor saw this picture she wistfully said, "wucker trash" and went to see if she could find it.