Tis morning we awoke to remind the boys that tomorrow is the big day. Thankfully, Chas said he wanted "Bob Da Builder Du-clo," which is what his auntie, uncle and grandma have bust the bank to get him. Eddie? He's more serious. "I want yots of presents!" So glad we're raising a materialistic little bugger.
And, just so the day isn't perfectly saved, Chas has not forgotten his recent obsession. After Bob the Builder was established, he added "and a teeter-totter." Sigh.
Then, we mentioned pictures and their special "present-getting shirts" they need to wear and Eddie announced that he would run away rather than submit to our sartorial dictatorship. OK, he didn't use those exact words, but they were implied. What he said was a simple, succinct, "I run away."
Meanwhile, called the photo studio to ask about retouching his smashed up little cheek. They chuckled and said unless it's too big, they could probably handle it. Oy.
OK. Now I must clean like a machine. Or something like that.
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