Ah, the spirit of Christmas.
We were having a little pre-bedtime chat with the girls about what Santa might be leaving under the tree for them tonight. Sophie, always a [sarcasm] retiring, delicate flower [/sarcasm], got nose-to-nose with her father and made this proclaimation at the top of her lungs:
"I want a pony! I want a pony! Do it now!"
If there isn't a pony under that tree, I have a feeling there will be hell to pay.
1 comment:
Good thing she got her pony, huh.
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