Me: Ian, it’s not all about the presents. If you’re naughty Santa will be disappointed. YOU WOULDN’T WANT TO MAKE SANTA CRY.
Ian: Does Santa shout at his reindeer?
Me: I don’t know, sweetie, but if they wander around naked when they should be putting on their jammies, they might drive him to it.
Ian: Mommy, reindeer don’t use jammies.
From their respective rooms:
Keeghan, going up the musical scale: Da-da, Da-da, Da-da…
Ian, singing at top volume with good support and all the dramatics of an opera: I’m going to stay nakey FORE-E-E-E-VER, I’m going to stay nakey FORE-E-E-E-VER, I’m going to stay nakey FORE-E-E-E-VER!
I might have to order this after all, even though I declared purchasing TWO school portraits of the same child ridiculous…
Around here when someone yells, “run! Run! There’s a dragon!” they are headed TOWARD it.
