Posted by: randommisfires | December 7, 2008

Discriminating Tastes

T, N and E were bugging this morning while I was trying to have an exceptionally important conversation about Christmas presents.  It’s a tough balance this year, and I’m starting to stress out a bit.

So, I asked them to leave the room.

And then I asked them to go out.

And then I changed rooms.

And then I asked them to leave the room.

And then . . .you get the picture.

Me: If you boys don’t leave right now, I am going to fill your stockings so full of coal that Santa won’t be able to get any presents into them.

T: OK mom, but if you do, I  don’t want those cheap briquettes.

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