"Hi!" said Flat Lauren as she popped out of her envelope.  "Phew, I'm so happy to be out of that thing." She gave the envelope a good kick.  "It was hot and stuffy and I'm starving!"
"Oh," I said.  Somehow I hadn't imagined that 
Flat Lauren would be able to ... talk.  "Well, we have lots of great places to eat here. Welcome to Philadelphia, by the way."  I took a peek inside the envelope.  It did look hot and stuffy.  But there was a pretty letter inside.  "So, I see you've thought of some things you'd like to do."
Flat Lauren smiled at me sweetly.  "Oh yes. And we can do all of them, right?"
"Well, let's get started." I tucked Flat Lauren in my purse and off we went to the 
bookstore up the street.  But I soon heard Flat Lauren's stomach growling so I whisked her to the 
Italian Market, where the guys at 
DiBruno Brothers fed us samples of food.  And more samples.  And more samples. (For a flat girl she sure could eat a lot.)
Although it wasn't one of her requests I felt I had to show my goddaughter some of Philadelphia's famous sites, like 
Independence Hall and the 
Liberty Bell.
And then some not-so-famous ones, like the 
Singing Fountain, which we danced around for awhile; and the 
Lucky Fortune Cookie Factory, where we bought a freshly made bag of cookies as big as Flat Lauren.  We wandered into a nearby Asian supermarket and saw so many delicious things we decided to buy some for dinner.
 "Which kind of noodles do you like?" I asked.
"Mwhartl blrrs thlsh."
"What?" I looked inside my purse to find Flat Lauren with a mouth full of fortune cookies."Wow, you really like those."
Flat Lauren swallowed hard.  "Oh, yes, they are simply delicious!"
"Good.  Now I have another treat for you.  Right around the corner is a 
lovely park with a carousel and a miniature golf course and a playground.  It's sort of like an ..."
"An amusement park!" Flat Lauren leapt out of my purse and twirled along the grocery shelf.  "Let's go!"
So off we went to play mini-golf amongst replicas of famous Philadelphia landmarks.  Flat Lauren beat me easily."Don't feel bad," she consoled me as we strolled home.  "Kids play lots more putt-putt than grown-ups."
That night we cooked a dinner so yummy we completely forgot to take pictures of it. Then, tired from walking all day, we curled up on the sofa and watched a movie.
The next day Flat Lauren had to go back home.  We both felt very sad.
"Oh, there's so many other fun things to do here," I told her. "Promise me you'll come back to visit? And bring your brother and sister and mommy and daddy."
"Promise," Flat Lauren replied and hugged me tight.
Then I packed her into a priority mail box with a new bag of fortune cookies to share with her classmates. I wonder if there will be any left by the time she arrives at school?
Artwork by Lauren.  Photos by Doreen.  Extra help from Kevin.