What's in the Closet?

When my brother Carl and I were young, we wanted a Nintendo for Christmas so badly. So we snooped around and were over the moon excited when we saw a box sitting in the back of the hallway closet. The joke was on us though because the Nintendo wasn't for us. My mom was keeping it for a co-worker who wanted to hide it from her snooping kids. From that moment on, I learned not to snoop for presents because you could be sorely disappointed. And besides, I love a good surprise.

I didn't think Grace would enter her snooping phase until at least five or six years from now. But, as Lola likes to say, the child is advanced for her age. She honed in on the closet I was storing her Christmas stash like a PMS-ing woman to chocolate. When I asked her what she thought was in the closet, without hesitation she answered, "Present for me!"

Waiting for Daddy to come home from duty.