Jack: Santa bring my silver Ironman?
Me: No baby. It's not Christmas yet.
Jack: It is Christmas yet. It is Christmas yet!
pause as we hear a truck driving outside...
Jack: You hear that?
Me: What's that sound?
Jack: It sounds like Santa.
Tales of our crazy boy...
Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry and narrow-mindedness. Many of our people need it sorely on these accounts.
-Mark Twain
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We made the mistake of putting a present for Evan under the tree. He keeps trying to tell me that it's Christmas and he needs to open the present :)
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