No bites

My Dad sends my kids regular packages in the mail.  Surprises for no reason.  Such that every time "the man in the brown truck" (as Makili used to call him) pulls into the driveway, Makili looks at me with a twinkle in his eye and says "I bet it's a box from Opa!"  They've received gyroscopes, and hula-hoops, kites and whirligigs.  And recently - fishing poles!  They spend a lot of time fishing off of the back deck, though they haven't caught much.  Isn't that fun?  My Dad is so cool.