Christmas had some shaky beginnings around here. Grandma came for Christmas Eve and let Adam open a little gift early.
I don’t want this present! I want a different present.
Cue incessent howling, kicking perfectly good Cars present across the room, time outs, and super time outs in his room.
I don’t want this present! I want a different present.
Plus one for persistence. Minus 5000 for manners.
Thank goodness the next gift that mom brought for my ungrateful, unnapped three year old was a hit. Apparently he expected everything to be a dump truck and the next box was one. Success!
On Christmas morning, I woke Adam and asked, “Do you want to come see if Santa brought you anything?” Evidently, the word “Santa” can cut through the deepest sleep.
Merry Christmas…. there’s a lot of ‘struction going on around here.
