Our life raising JR, our adopted miracle from Kazakhstan.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Christmas morn. The little guy awakes, far too early for Mom and Dad, barely through 1 REM cycle after their stint as Santa a few hours earlier. He is just so excited. He puts on his train slippers because, after all, he did ask Santa for the Thomas train. Down the stairs we go. There it is - the whole train table, the Brio tracks, Thomas, Percy, the train shed. Oh, and just below, Jay Jay and the air traffic control tower. Next to Jay Jay, sits a little styrofoam football, a Dollar store impulse buy, meant for the stocking, but a bit too bulky.
The little guy stops. He stares. He says, deadpan, "Santa brought me a football."