Today my mother-in-law unveiled a row of spectacular stockings she made for everyone in our family. Ten-plus hours of work went into hand-crafting each intricate design—and Eva promptly put them on and stomped all over the house.
Has anyone ever tried to explain to a three-year-old why something that looks and feels like a sock can not be worn on the feet? An explosive tantrum ensued.
Here’s the bad news for Eva. With Osama, Gaddafi and Kim now out of the picture, I imagine Santa’s workshop may be experiencing a coal overstock, and there’s plenty of room for it in her stocking. The good news for us? We’re building our own little power plant before we get hit by the next nor’easter. Operation Fuel complete!