My spousal unit dictates that I commence using more brobdingnagian words in my virtual correspondence because our ebullient 7-year-old has taken to reading our txts and facebook statuses…and the Lilliputian one was able to decipher his most prodigious holiday gift by reading over our shoulders.
Little twerp.
He asked for some kind of strange, but totally Logan, things for Christmas:
- Night Vision Goggles
- Trix Cereal (because I don’t allow him to eat boxed cereal at home, so he resorts to begging Santa each year)
- Some oddly specific, obscure actions figures (he is, infact, a nerd in training)
- Aunt Faye to come visit again
He’s getting three of the four action figures he asked for (because luckily, or unsurprisingly, his father shares the Nerd Gene), Trix cereal, and hermit crabs.
…Wont he be confused when he finds a 10-gallon glass tank with hermit crabs in the guest room instead of Aunt Faye.
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I imagine, though, that’d he’d prefer 10 gallons of hermit crabs to just 10 gallons of Aunt Faye. Unless she’s a midget, or 4 years old, the amount of Aunt Faye that would fit in a 10-gallon tank would be less than useful.
HAHAHAHA. Yes. Yes, this is true, and I’ll be sure to make that point to him Christmas morning.
Also, sans night-vision goggles (which combined with the Nerd Gene usually result in convictions for being a Peeping Tom), Logan’s a lucky boy. Primarily for the parents he has, but secondarily for the gifts he’s going to be ecstatic about.