* When I asked Evan what he wanted for breakfast on Christmas morning, this is the conversation we had:
Me: I'm assuming you want pancakes, cause they are your favorite. What else do you want with your pancakes?
Evan: Eggs... and presents!
* I guess I was interrupting him this afternoon, cause he said in his snooty voice, "Excuse me, Mother. I'm counting now. Please turn off your voice."
Merry Christmas, everyone!
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