Oh dear!

Madison came running into the kitchen yesterday with her hands full of mail that had just been posted through our door slot. She really wanted to help open some of it and I told her which of the junk mail she could go ahead and rip open. I turned my back for a minute and found an empty church envelope lying on the table. "Where is the letter that goes with this envelope, Madison?" "Here, Mom!"
Needless to say, the aeroplane was gently unfolded, flattened and returned to said envelope!