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Worst. Parents. EVER.
Ed and I are awful.
Scene: Ed, Me, and Chelle-sama sitting on my bed. Ed and I having freshly woken, all warm and snuggled.
Chelle: I'm going to put the kids' presents under the tree.
Me: We've still gotta wrap them.
Ed: Hehhehheh.
Chelle: ?
Me: We bought the kids a bunch of socks and bras and underpants and pjs for Christmas.
Chelle: And...?
Ed: That's all we're going to put under the tree.
Chelle: ...but the wii?
Me: The kids think they know what they're getting. Possibly they've been snooping a bit. Possibly they're just greedy so we're just going to put that stuff under the tree and not bring out the other stuff until they believe that's all there is.
All: *mad laughter*
Chelle: Merry Christmas, kids!
Me: You know, we should open presents on Christmas Eve...
Ed: ...and not put the other stuff out until morning.
All: *dying* *tears*
Me: They would cry themselves to sleep!
Chelle: Oh, god, there is a special place in HELL for that kind of thing.
Me: *as Satan* Only socks and underpants for you!
*as self* Joke is on you! I'm an adult! I like those things!
Chelle: Tears taste like sweet, sweet candy.
Ed: Is this going on the journal?
HELL YES IT IS.
We are an awful, awful family.
(No, we're not going to string them out until Christmas Day. Juuuuuust for a little while.)
Scene: Ed, Me, and Chelle-sama sitting on my bed. Ed and I having freshly woken, all warm and snuggled.
Chelle: I'm going to put the kids' presents under the tree.
Me: We've still gotta wrap them.
Ed: Hehhehheh.
Chelle: ?
Me: We bought the kids a bunch of socks and bras and underpants and pjs for Christmas.
Chelle: And...?
Ed: That's all we're going to put under the tree.
Chelle: ...but the wii?
Me: The kids think they know what they're getting. Possibly they've been snooping a bit. Possibly they're just greedy so we're just going to put that stuff under the tree and not bring out the other stuff until they believe that's all there is.
All: *mad laughter*
Chelle: Merry Christmas, kids!
Me: You know, we should open presents on Christmas Eve...
Ed: ...and not put the other stuff out until morning.
All: *dying* *tears*
Me: They would cry themselves to sleep!
Chelle: Oh, god, there is a special place in HELL for that kind of thing.
Me: *as Satan* Only socks and underpants for you!
*as self* Joke is on you! I'm an adult! I like those things!
Chelle: Tears taste like sweet, sweet candy.
Ed: Is this going on the journal?
HELL YES IT IS.
We are an awful, awful family.
(No, we're not going to string them out until Christmas Day. Juuuuuust for a little while.)
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(I did find it suspicious that Santa liked the exact same cookies as my dad... and 2% milk...)
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