Santa, aka my debit card, has been working diligently to make this Christmas a merry one. I have a 2 1/2 year old son, but no significant other, and because I only have one person to buy major gifts for, I'm only half scroogin' it this year. But I still think to myself "he BETTER play with this" every time I swipe the card.
I now know what my mom meant because of when she caught me butting cigarettes out in the battery pack of the Furby she bought me 4 years earlier. I had no ashtray, okay? It was my fault though. I was the one who was leaving her threatening notes about what Id better find under the Christmas tree that year in her weed paraphernalia drawer.
So I shopped tactfully this year. Normally, things I purchase for him either end up in his pants or the toilet.
Id like to see you stick this art easel in your diaper, little guy.