Dip dab

Sweet treats on the way home from school. The Post office in question had an array of sweeties just at that right level for my sweeties to grab and drop and squeeze and say "pleeeeeease can we?" Once the parcel was stamped I yielded to them, anything for a quiet life today. Master B was in his car seat on the other side from Miss B... utterly coated in what once was a galaxy ripple. I had some buttons... where's the target marketing logic in that?!