On Thanksgiving Day, Mom brought an advent calendar for each of our families. This coincidental gift meant that each of my sons would get a small gift each day: Legos or chocolate. G was so excited about daily prizes, that he tried to sneak the calendars out early. We had to hide them. Then when we took them out the night before, he let loose a list of reasons we needed to start that day. To doors of Lego calendar were opened during his monologue. I finally had to tell him that if he couldn't wait until it was time, that if one more door opened, we'd have to give the set to someone who could be patient. Ah, character building.
So December 1, before I'd gotten out of the shower, Lego RC cars were built and a piece of chocolate was in B's tummy. G could not possibly wait until the evening, as we did when I was a child. This week, a pretzel-toting photographer in a fur lined hooded jacket and a pie/skate stand have joined the RC cars. My only complaint is that the poor photographer's lets don't bend. He will be so tired by Christmas.
"What?" G asked, genuinely surprised, "I gotta get it open so I can give you my chocolate today!"