G found where I was hiding his Christmas presents (the guest bedroom, I lose points for unoriginality). When I broke the news to him he'd have to wait until Christmas to open these treasures he simply scurried his little body away from the loot and out of the guest bedroom. Much too easy. With a raised eyebrow and suspicious heart, I peeked around the corner to see him happily pouncing on the couch.
Untrusting Soul of a Mom: Where are you going?
Innocent Youth: To the couch.
Jackhole Mom: Why?
Sweetness On Earth and Goodwill Toward Man: To wait for Christmas.
Have mercy. Am I going to have a big stinking pile of coal in my stocking this year or what?
Merry First Day of December, you guys. Only 34,600 more minutes to go.