The Verdict

Well...apparently I only have three readers, not five. Guess I won't be putting ads on my blog anytime soon. Lol. =) But, I guess I'll keep blogging anyway. No promises as to any sort of regularity though. Although I will aim to blog more often than once every two months. Cross my heart.

As it stands, I also have a funny story to share this time. We get the Sunday paper, and it is currently STUFFED with holiday ads (as I'm sure you can imagine). So yesterday Tom was flipping through the ads and the Toys R Us ad caught his eye. Now, being the brilliant daddy he is, the light bulb in his head flashed on and illuminated a GREAT idea. Here is what ensued, in the form of a screenplay:

Tom - handing Tristan the ad booklet and a pen: Tristan, look in this book and circle anything you would like Santa to bring you for Christmas.
Tristan - eyes wide, clutching the booklet and pen to his chest: SANTA?? I get to pick ANYTHING?
Tom - nodding: Yep, anything you want. Circle the things you like and when you're done bring it over and show me.
Tristan - scrambling into his seat: Yaaaaaaaaaaaay!!
--5 minutes pass--
Tristan - climbing down and running over to Tom: Daddy, look! I'm all done! Daddy! DADDY! DAAADDDDDDYYYYY!

Yes, our son has only three volumes. Loud, louder, and loudest. Anyhow, I'm sure all you parents out there are pretty darn sure you know what was circled in the booklet. EVERYTHING. Just like I was certain of that very fact when I saw Tom trying to stifle his laughter as he was flipping through the ad.

But apparently I was wrong (and you too, haha!). The reason Tom was laughing so hard is because Tristan had carefully looked through the entire booklet, methodically looked at each toy, and only circled the ones he actually would like! I was amazed. I'm pretty sure at that age, I would have just circled EVERYTHING and been done in two seconds flat.

I love my kid. He's so adorable and funny even when he has no idea he is entertaining us. You can rest assured, that meticulously canvassed ad booklet is destined for his memory box.