Saturday, November 20, 2010

This Santa Stinks

I've already discussed my inability to hide presents (and how I inherited it from my mom), but in case you didin't believe me, exhibit B:
That is Amos' Christmas present.  A train table.  After bringing it in off the front step where Fedex left it, I thought to myself:

"It's really heavy, why not leave it out in plain sight since it's all hidden by the shipping box?" 

So I did.  A little background here: Eric gets like a million boxes in the mail, so Amos sort of knows they're always for Dada.  Anyway, as I was making dinner the other night Amos came tearing into the kitchen lit up like a Christmas tree:

"Mama! Mama!  There's a train in Dada's box!"

Yeah.  My bad.

I tried to make up for it by telling him it was Baby Audrey's train.  I have no idea why I thought he'd believe me, or find that acceptable.  He was quick to point out that there was a boy playing with the train on the box, so it wasn't for a baby.  Seriously, I cannot trick a 3-year-old.

The box is in the garage now, hopefully forgotten until Christmas.

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