Reason #83

We’re waiting on Lorso to bring our food to the table at Boston Market, so I strike up a conversation with Bug.

“Bug, guess what day is coming soon? Like in two days?”

He grins and looks at me slyly. “Tuesday!”

“Well, yes, Tuesday, but what day will it be? What special day?”

“Christmas Day!”

“That’s right, and what happens on Christmas?”

I am fully expecting, and really, sort of fishing for him to say “We get presents!” so that we can have a happy moment of excitement about that.

Instead, in breathless wonder he says, “Jesus! Baby Jesus is born on Christmas Day!”

It’s enough to make me want to scoop him up and eat him.

Instead I continue on, thinking that the reminder that we also get presents will really send his little kid circuits into an excited frenzy and I say, “That’s right! And what do we do on Christmas Day?”

“We give people presents,” he says. Simple as that.

Merry Christmas to me.


1 Debbie { 12.24.07 at 5:33 pm }

That’s so awesome! I love that he sees the real things about Christmas. It’s a wonder you don’t die from his shots of cuteness! Merry Christmas to you indeed!

2 Joe T. { 12.24.07 at 11:03 pm }

Merry Christmas to Bug and his Mom and Dad!!!

Love, Gramps/Dad/Joe

3 Anjie { 12.25.07 at 9:06 am }

Merry Christmas to you!!!

4 Elizabeth { 12.25.07 at 8:54 pm }

sounds like a future preacher to me :-)
Merry Christmas!

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