I actually told my six year old that Santa is a non-profit.
Worked like a charm.
Good thing too, because this is one elf who’s had the biscuit.
‘Course, I’m built more like Santa than an elf these days. I think Cheetos Puffs were invented by the devil.
Someone told me about an interesting condition. It’s called, “Selective ADHD.”
I think I have it.
More weird news about the place of employment. I wish I had a fairy godmother. I’d be cashing in on some wishes right now.
I’ve discovered that poking the toddler just so produces a totally fantastic giggle. Beats the hell out of “Tickle Me Elmo,” but has the same addictive effect.
Is it Friday yet?