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Was being lazy this morning so asked the hungry kid to go and get himself a snack. He came back to the bedroom with a loaf of bread, a cold block of butter from the fridge and a knife. Very proud of himself.
My four-year was hard to wake up this morning. He rolled over, still unconscious, and croaked, "I want coffee."
My God daughter and her folks just left. Sadness. Colin said goodbye to her parents but not to her. He just refused and said, "She needs to come back in the house." lol. Little booger.
Colin just spoke to his aunt in Canada. When she asked him how his Christmas was he said, "Well, I used to be dead, but now I'm fine." Hmm.
We were informed at 5:40am that Santa had been here and it was "morningtimetowakeup!" A monumental blast of awesome gifts, big breakfast, more playing and a much needed nap...all before noon.
"Tinkerbell, Tinkerbell, Tinker all the way, used'ta laugh and call him names, Hey! Tinkerbell..." Wish he wouldn't stop singing when I turn the vid cam on him.
"Then one froggy Christmas eve, Santa came to say, Rudolph with your nose so bright..."