Thursday, December 20
I heart my boy.
Santa is coming to little O's preschool today, and she has been STRESSIN' over what she can wear to look her prettiest for Santa.
She talked me into letting her wear her new skirt we'd been saving for Christmas eve.
Big O looked at his sister this morning and told her,
"You know Little O, Santa would think you're beautiful no matter what you wear."
I called him on that one right away, and told him he'd just earned an extra present from Santa for saying such a sweet and wonderful thing. Then I shot him down that no, Santa would not be bringing him an Xbox or a Wii based upon a lovely compliment to his sister, but he should remember lines like that when he gets older.