Ethan and I have been jammin' to "The Muppet's Christmas" album while we're in the car. The only catch is, I'm either slurring words very badly or his hat covers his ears a bit too well. The Muppet's, in Ethan's mind, have translated to "The Pirates". Trust me this gives me many moments of joy thinking about scurvy, black- toothed, unwashed men sitting around singing "The Twelve Days of Christmas". That's a holiday picture you never thought to conjure, eh?
Speaking of unkempt rogues, I need to conjure the energy to take my little man for a haircut. My soon to be sister-in-law will have a coronary if she sees him right now.
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