The kids...h

They were cute this morning. DD's new power cord for her Macbook came in, and since she's basically dii (dead in the internet) without it, I just couldn't justify waiting for Christmas when she needs it so badly. So I gave it to her this morning. it works, the computer works, and she was very happy.

In walks my baby. He's six feet tall and a big guy and 14. He came in with a sheepish look on his face and said "I know I'm five, but can I have a present, too?"

Seemed only reasonable to me, especially when he was being sweet and funny and not whining and demanding (not that EITHER of my children would ever be whiny or demanding). I happened to have a stocking stuffer-==a cast iron hook thingie with a moose in relief above to decorate. Hey, his dog is named "Moose" so unbeknownst to him, the Moose has become his decorating motif.

Anyway, the iron hookie thing was sitting in the other room, so I grabbed it and gave it to him.

Unimpressed, stunned, and perplexed, he turned to me and asked, "a hookie thing? You gave me a hookie thing??!!??"

It seemed like a good idea at the time.