Post Holiday Memory Loss


I asked Baby Boy this morning, "When your friends ask you what you got for Christmas, what are you going to tell them?"
He stared at me blankly.
"What was your favorite thing?" I pressed?
"Uhhhhh, Daddy made me eggs."
"You asked me for a rocket ship every hour for two months and you can't even remember to say that??" I squeaked.
"When's my birthday again?" he asked.
Next year he is getting socks and a comb.

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