
Christmas Eve night after we went to bed, I kept hearing different boys sneaking down the stairs to take a peek in the living room. Finally, at 6am, I decided to go ahead and get up and fix my hair before the boys got up for "real". While I was doing my make-up, the bathroom door opened. It was Wyatt.
W- MAMA... you scared me!
Me- Why? Because you should be sleeping?
W- I came downstairs at 3:30 this morning. (Like I didn't know, this child is incapable of being quietly sneaky)
Me- Really?
W- Yep. (proud of himself)
Me- Did Santa come?
W- Oh, yeah! I saw a white box that said Mac Book on it.
Me- No... you didn't. (mock disbelief) Maybe Santa just used that box for something else.
W- Oh, it WAS a Mac Book, AND there is a little box beside of it that says Apple Care. So.... it HAS to be a Mac Book. I'm going to wake up the buddies.
Me- Hold on there fancy pants, don't you dare wake them up until Daddy gets the camcorder on, and we are ready.
W- How long is that going to take!
Me- Probably 18 years.
W- MOOOOOMMMMMM, that wasn't funny.