You Know, Christmas Is Coming.

Max has been more than hinting for the last month or so that he would like to have a skateboard for Christmas. So, yesterday morning he wanders into my bathroom where I stand applying my make up to perfection and says, "Mommy, I would like to have a skateboard for Christmas."

I wonder to myself, "Did he think I did not hear that the twenty thousand times he has already said that?" He even showed me exactly which one he wants.

He continues, "Pleeeeeeaaaaaase, will you get me a skateboard for Christmas? Will you get me a skateboard? Why won't you get me a skateboard?" And so many more questions about a skateboard that I thought I might start to daydream about skateboards. Finally, I explained that presents are a surprise and if, only if, I was going to get a skateboard for him, I would not tell him because then it would not be a surprise.

Max takes a moment to digest this tidbit then says, "Well, if you do get me a skateboard then, you know which one I want, it's the one with the skulls and the black tires with the fire on them." (I am reminiscent to the Red Rider BB Gun In A Christmas Story here.)

I think to myself, I really should start deciding what I am going to do for Christmas as it is not that far away.