My darling sister can’t make it into town for Christmas. Her husband’s mom is flying in from London, so she’s stuck at home. She mailed her gifts to us so that they would arrive on time to open for Christmas.
Here’s the thing. Isaac got to the mail before we did. The package containing his gift, addressed to him, was sitting on our porch when he ran up the stairs after coming off of the bus.
He grabbed the bag and we immediately took the insides out of it…and put it under the tree. We have talked about not touching presents…but what can you do?
So, over two days, I was constantly being “Candace” from Phineas and Ferb. I was busting him over and over and over again. He would jump a few feet and wander away.
I figured we weren’t safe, so I had asked my darling other half to take the present from my darling sister and hide it upstairs for a few days as soon as we got up in the morning.
Note the key word here. In the morning. It was 10:30 pm and we were both tired and I had been dealing with yet another server crash at work. I couldn’t think and that’s why I asked the other half.
I climbed the stairs to bed, delusionally confident that the present would survive the night.
Isaac is in the loft by my bedroom crashing around.
I say “what are you doing?!”
He says “playing hockey.”
Now, that’s not an uncommon response in my house. He does play Mini-Mite hockey. He does have a floor hockey set that my sister gave him last year. He wants to be a goalie. But his hockey aspirations have been talked about here ad nauseam, so I won’t go back into those.
It was the next thing that killed me.
He came flying into my dark bedroom yelling the following:
“LOOK! AUNT M and UNCLE M SENT ME A RYAN MILLER JERSEY FOR CHRISTMAS!!!”
Now, picture this-the sun has yet to rise. Shrimper is in his glow in the dark footie spaceship pajamas. He has a Reebok Ryan Miller Jersey on over said pajamas. He is playing floor hockey.
“you’re kidding, aren’t you? You opened that present?’
“Yep! But I didn’t open YOUR present from Aunt M.”
Yeah. I gave up at that point, because I had nothing. No response to that one.
Isaac trotted off happily to play more floor hockey with the wall before having to get ready for school.