While getting dressed:
Charlie: I’m CUTE!
John: Did somebody tell you that you’re cute?
Charlie: GrandMommy says I’m cute.

After supper, when it was nice and dark, we decided to take Charlie out to see some Christmas lights. There is a house near us whose owners have bedecked their yard and home with lights and decoration, and everything is coordinated with Christmas music from a radio station you tune into while in front of the house. (Note: For you LaGrangians, it’s not anywhere as impressive as the Foxcroft guy, but still pretty cool.) While there, a pick-up truck drove by, with Santa standing in the back yelling “Merry Christmas!” and throwing out candy. Following them and keeping them safe was a firetruck, with all its lights going, and a fireman saying “Merry Christmas” over the PA system. It was just awesome. Thanks to some raging PMS, (because I’m never very emotional, right?), I was overcome with tears of joy to see Charlie so excited – Christmas lights, music, Santa, and a FIRETRUCK!!! Children and parents were pouring out of their homes to see Santa and the firetruck…we saw one mom carrying a baby dressed in only a jacket and diaper! (The baby, not the mom.) It was one of those moments that will stick with us the rest of our lives.

On the way up to bed:
Charlie: Goodnight, Daddy! Goodnight, Mommy! Goodnight, Football!

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