Super too tired to figure out a haiku, so I owe you one.
Today, the wee one and the wee-er one and I braved the mall, and met with The Man in Red. The wee one asked for an iPod Touch and a pocketknife and the wee-er one asked for "a kitchen with a dryer". I am hoping Santa gives me a call tonight because, WTF, kids? You're going to take this spark scooter and this play tent, and you're going to like them!
(note: the first time I wrote "scooter" I spelled it "chooter". Then I wrote "skooter". Tired.)
Actually, i have it on good authority that Santa has snagged a pretty awesome kitchen for the wee-er one, if it doesn't not take blueprints and two weeks to build. We'll see.
So Santa was a hit. It's a big bummer to not be able to take Ike-a-saurus, but we may have a contingency plan. (Santa sends personalized videos on the intertubes. Did you know this?)
After Santa, I took the kids roller skating. !!! I know! Broken bones before Christmas - not a great idea. But the kids did great. The wee one was racing by the time we left, and the wee-er one was chugging along, refusing to hold my hand. We saw some awesome people, including roller derby ladies who could kick my ass and a dude who was possibly the Guns 'n Roses guy without the giant hat.
A win of a day.
Of course, both kids now have runny noses, which times out perfectly for Ike-a-saurus catching it in time for Christmas. Unless, of course, they are just infected with his mystery virus from two weeks ago. What's the likelihood of that?
Can Santa bring me three well children along with an iPod Touch and a kitchen with a dryer in it? Ooh, and some roller skates?
That would be super swell.
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