Around this time of year, every other sentence it seems is punctuated with, "Do you know what I want for Christmas? A ....."
This morning I was confronted with something new.
The Kid: Mom, I want a Stuffie for Christmas.
Me: What the heck is a Stuffie?
The Kid: It's a stuffed animal.
Me: You need one of those like a hole in the head. Seriously? Aren't you getting a bit old for a stuffed animal?
The Kid: But this one is special.
Me: I've heard this spiel before.
The Kid: No, mom! Seriously!
Me: What's so special about it?
The Kid: This one has hidden pockets all over it.
Me: What do you need with hidden pockets in a stuffed animal?
The Kid: I'm planning ahead for my teenage years. I can hide my drugs in there.
And *that's* one gift we WON'T be getting.
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