Yesterday Weezy, my friends, and I all went out to pick out the Christmas tree for the season. I had to explain what Christmas was to him. He didn’t seem to get the Catholic aspect, but he was excited about Santa (or SIR Santa as he insists on referring to him)!
He was so eager to ‘prove he was good’; he attempted to stay on the roof of the car to hold the tree in place. I didn’t have the heart to point out the tree weighed significantly more than he did and would probably win that battle. Instead, I convinced him that perhaps we would need more protection inside the car and he could keep a lookout for us…In any event, it was certainly a valiant effort.
What does one get small dinosaurs for Christmas?
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