Saturday, November 20, 2010
I have to leave it in my pocket because if I remove it he will find it and know what I got him for Chanukah. I know, because it happened two years ago (when he couldn't even read as well as he can now). At the time, I placed the receipt in the pile where we keep all our credit card receipts, reasoning that there was no way in hell he would ever find it. Why I wouldn't have this problem if I were cooler and just used a debit card.
So of course, one afternoon, his super-sensitive, gift-seeking radar zoomed in on this VERY PILE of papers among all the piles of papers in the house. He rifled through, interpreted all the numbers and codes like some midget accountant and discovered what he was getting as a gift. That kind of ruined the surprise of the monogrammed underwear I had gotten for him.
I wish Chanukah would get here already. I want to change my pants.
I'm pretty sure he doesn't know how to get to this blog, but given how sneaky he is, I can't take the chance of revealing what the gift is here.
So if ANY ONE of you tells him about this blog, you're not getting a ride on the pony.