The Yule Comes Early
Scene: We are sitting on the sofa, IKEA catalog between us. Lights-up in mid-conversation.
Monster X: (Whining) I want this bed, my bed is awful and hurts my back. I want this one (she points to an IKEA bed with a canopy on it’s second level) for Christmas, please!
Me: I am not getting you a bed tonight, you can just say it’s nice.
MX: For Christmas? You’ll get it for me for Christmas?
Me: No, I am not getting you that bed.
MX: (Really working it) Please! It’s the bed I need! Get it for me for Christmas!
Me: Hey, since we got on the subject, what are you getting me for Christmas?
MX: (Taken aback, eyes wide) Oh… ah… it’s a secret until… Christmas morning? And the bed is…?
Me: What are you getting me?
MX: I… need…. to… talk to Mommy. (Runs from room, tripping in haste)