The holiday spirit hasn't permeated the blogosphere yet; this week I've seen a huge rise in bitchery, whining, and all-around pettiness while trolling the net. As an antidote, I give you 15 minutes in the brain of a six-year-old, courtesy of my son, Jack:
--He sang Deck-the-Halls while combing his hair, including the "gay apparel" part. My 10-year-old giggled, but said nothing.
--He asked me what would happen if his shoes turned into meatballs and his laces into spaghetti.
--He asked how cold it would have to get before his puke would freeze before it hit the ground.
--He asked why there isn't a 25 on the Advent Calendar.
--He said "Whoo-Hoo," "Cool," and "Totally Cool" multiple times on the five minute walk to school.
So to paraphrase from that one movie with Denzel Washington, "Tell it to me like YOU'RE a six-year-old."
Let's find some joy!