I asked Brennan a few weeks ago what he wanted for Christmas and his birthday. Prior to our adopting Chewy, he had been intent on asking for a dog and insisted it was the only thing he wanted. Now that we had the dog, I was trying to get a sense of what else would make Brennan happy under the tree.
He looked thoughtfully at me, shrugged his shoulders and replied, "You know what Momma? I know Santa keeps alot of lists of really great toys for boys like me and I am sure he is going to bring me stuff I love. I just know it."
Oh the sweetness. You put this next to Aidan's itemized list, complete with charts and cut out pictures, and the sweetness just amplifies until you want to cry.
A week or so after that discussion, Brennan and I were discussing his upcoming birthday party for his friends.
"Momma, I decided I don't want to open all my presents at my party. I want to bring them here and open them up at home," Brennan announced.
"Okay B," I said in response, "We can bring the gifts home and you can open them up with our family."
Brennan was already shaking his head as he said no. "No, I am not going to open the presents. I am going to put them all up in my room. And whenever I want, whenever I have time or I am bored, I am going to open one. Just one. And then I can play with that one present. Okay, Momma?"
Our B. He always manages to surprise me. Always.
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