Monday, December 24, 2012

One Sleep 'Til Christmas

"Mom? I saw my name on that present. It's for me."

"Okay."

"That means I can open it now."

"Nice try."

"No, seriously."

"Seriously, no. It doesn't work like that."

"That's disappointing."

"Sorry, Bud."

"I'll be in my room. I'm requiring privacy."

5 comments:

  1. I feel you, Bob.

    Merry Christmas, you guys!

    XOXO

    A.

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  2. YES!

    Baby E just woke us up to ask the "time" that Xmas started?

    Uh, whaaaat??

    Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, love and peace and joy to you and yours, Lisa.

    Please thank Bob for giving me a peaceful moment of wonder every day--no small thing.

    We love you, Bob.

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  3. Sometimes I find myself requiring privacy, too. Good call, Bob.

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  4. Merry Christmahanukwanzukkah, Bob. And a Happy Festivus to you and yours. Love, Kablooey andn the Mooch.

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  5. This? Is why I love your blog. These little snippets of conversation that just hum with vibrancy. It's like a little peak into the mind of an extraordinary boy.

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