Pushing Buttons

Dear Isaac,

You always want to push the buttons on the elevator, but usually can't because I have to pick you up for you to do so, and I generally have Eleanor in the carrier.  When we got in the elevator this afternoon, you said, "I want to push B!"  I told you we were coming from the basement, so B wouldn't take us anywhere and asked you where we live.  Your response?  "New York."  Very true.  Our neighbor told you you are very smart.  It's true.

Love,

Mommy