a christmas story

rhys has this obsession about being on santa's nice list. at least a million and one times a day, he checks in to see if he's still there, and, according to him, even if he's not, he is. and his sisters are always on the naughty list, as are c and i if we say or do something that he doesn't particularly like. go figure.

we keep warning him that santa is watching. he searches and finds tick tock every day, and knows that the little elf reports back to santa. this all usually works in our favor. usually. sometimes he is just irritable and oppositional and, well, three.

tonight, we told him that if he didn't mend his ways, that we were going to call santa. he kept up his shenanigans, and, right before bathtime, there was a knock on the door... the jolly man himself paid the kids a visit! and rhys got a very special present. probably my very favorite gift ever.

rhys loves himself some santa. every time we see santa, be it in the mall, grocery store, or our house, the kid is all lovey on santa. the girls? no. way. they might say, "hi", but that is as far as it goes.