Yesterday, Camp asked me if he could post signs around the neighborhood advertising his stunt show. Why the heck not? So he dictated to me what to write on the fliers, we made some copies, and off he went with a baggie of tacks to post the signs. A few minutes later, our neighbors showed up, so Camp rushed around setting up chairs and dragging out his ramps, and the amazing stunts began. Oh, it was so funny. I called Brian to tell him what a cool kid we have. It’s a good thing he does things like that to soften my heart, because I’ll tell ya–that kid tests my patience and self-control like nothing else.
And that reminds me…the only problem I’ve found with the whole Santa thing is that kids know that Santa supposedly only gives presents and stuffs stockings for kids who have been really good, but I’m telling you–If Santa were real, I’m not super confident there would be anything in Camp’s stocking. That may sound cruel, but I’m serious. I’ve seriously contemplated whether I’d have it in me to leave Camps stocking empty just to let him experience some painful consequences. Probably not, I’m afraid.