Good morning! The sun is out, after a very rainy Christmas day. BB is playing arcade games on this, Bunnylou has finished playing an online game and is now walking about, humming pleasantly, on the lookout for something else to do.
Behold the Aftermath! The 8 year-old woke up many times in the night, but let us sleep until the crack of 7:30. Then, coffee and music and presents. BB and I tried to hold back the spending on each other, but Bunny still cleaned up.
She's the only kid I've ever known who likes getting clothes for Christmas. She always has. Is it me, or is that unusual? When I was a kid, a box of clothes under the tree was kind of a rip-off. Clothes were the sorts of things parents were obliged to buy you whenever you needed them, all year 'round. To get them at Xmas was, well, a waste of gift potential. But not with her. She ripped the paper off a box - it was a sneaker box - which could have held anything, as you know - but she said, 'Oh, I hope it's sneakers!' - and when it was sneakers, she was so happy. I don't get it. But okay!
When DW is asked whether she'll wish for clothes on her birthday, she replies, "You don't wish for clothes! Clothes just happen." (Yes, pretty much everything that happens makes me think of the "Arthur" show....)
Posted by: Karen | December 26, 2005 at 06:36 PM
I am weird too then, because I also loved getting clothes for Christmas. My parents would splurge on things they wouldn't have bought for back-to-school. Things like hot pink sweaters with angora teddy bears, with matching legwarmers. Sometimes I wish I still had those...
Posted by: maya | December 27, 2005 at 12:15 AM