He spoke/yelled all through supper, yelled YouTuber jokes at me while we played Pictionary, and argued about washing his share of the dishes. He was still bouncing around the house like a monkey at full-volume by bedtime.
"You can't go to bed like this," I told him, "put on your boots, we're taking a walk instead of a coze."
On our walk, he climbed a parking lot snow-mountain and slid down it on his belly (no snow pants or mittens). He stomped on every snow chunk he could find. He shouted hello to a rabbit. He asked if we could play the alphabet game and gave up every second letter.
When we came home and headed up to bed I asked him for a smooch.
He put his arms around my neck and gave me a kiss and when I said thank you, he farted.
And then, when he realized I had filled up his water bottle without his asking, he sighed, "you're the best mama in the world." And he curled up with his book to go to sleep.
Silent night at last!
Wishing you a peaceful night or two this Christmas, my friends.
Xo.
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