She pushed Every. Single. One.
Cuz, here's what happened, y'all:
- She crawled under the Christmas tree right by our table, because she wanted to eat the (dusty! not-really-food!) gingerbread house under the tree. This happened at least twice.
- She fell off her chair so many times I lost count.
- She did, however, eat calamari again... even the squiggles, which *I* don't even touch.
- She also started singing at the table... the song she was supposed to sing with us an hour earlier. <fuming!>
When we got home, the plan was to get the girls into PJ's and open the grandparent gifts.
(translation: He didn't leave me a Leapster!")
...I could've kissed him, I swear.
I hoped you would weave me a Weepstah... but, you *didn't*..."
I have tried to be really good. I will keep trying to get better. I really hope you might leave me a Leapster. I would be very happy. Love, Monkey
|Cuz, milk just won't cut it this Christmas, folks.|
Santa was pleased.
Ho, ho, and uh... ho.