Tink has been singing Christmas carols for a few weeks now. I'm not sure who has been teaching her these particular versions, but when I try to correct her she is adamant that she is singing them correctly. They are being MURDERED!
No matter which day you are on on the 12 Days of Christmas, you only get the gifts that are on the fourth day. "4 Calling Birds, 3 French Hens, 2 Turtle Doves and a Vulture in a Bare Treeeeee."
Want to know the names of Santa's reindeer? Just ask Tink. "Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donald and Fix-it." "And Rudolph!"
At least she's keeping me entertained.
Friday, December 18, 2009
I am hoping the craziness in my life calms down in the new year! In the last week alone I have had a power outage at work that killed my computer, a shopping trip that ended in an ER visit, a ticket for dead registration on my car, a kid who is going to drive me nuts before Christmas gets here, 10 calls from my mother-in-law about gifts for Tink and a dog who has peed on my Christmas tree. Twice. Every time I say it couldn't get any worse, it does. Surely this has to end at some point. Right?