Christmas cheer

I am an evil mother.

It's true. I am terribly and unnecessarily cruel to my child for my own pleasure.

About a week before Christmas, I began to fib unrelentingly to Caedyn. You see... He's an only child, and therefore, he will occassionally make very selfish only-child comments about ALL the presents HE'S going to get. He gets a little wrapped up in the idea. So, every time he began to do so, I told him that I only bought him underwear and socks.

Then, when Mom and I wrapped Christmas presents, we filled a box with two new pairs of jeans, two packages of underwear (one of which was camo boxers that we knew he'd love), and a package of socks. We marked the tag "Open First" so that we'd remember which it was.

When the family gathered on Christmas Eve, the teasing inevitably came up, and when I said "Socks and underwear", everyone began to chime in. "Oh no, your mom said to just get you socks and underwear" and "That's all I bought."

This backfired on me horribly when he actually began to believe us. Up until this moment, he'd known we were teasing, but now, he tells me that he's worried. I really started to feel bad, and I told him "You think I'd let that happen?" and Mike whispered to me that the joke had gone on long enough.

But I didn't get to Mom in time. She handed him the "Open First" present first.

People, let me tell you... You could feel the explosion from across the continent! He was so upset that it took several minutes to calm him down. He was angry! Mike kept saying he wished we had a camera available to take a picture of the face on this child who refused to be comforted.

I am a wicked, wicked mother.

And now, my son has something to tell his therapist when he grows up.

He came home with quite a haul, including this golden jewel...

A lego castle called Knight's Kingdom (and all the accessories Mike's parents could find). So far, he and Mike have put seven hours into it's construction, and they can't wait to play with it.

Yahoo! Photos - lego castle