Holy, moly, that's awesome!

We took the boys to see Santa (or Ho Ho as Charles calls him) and Mrs, Claus tonight at Johnson's Farm. On the way over, we saw an amazing house completely covered with lights. The boys were napping and missed it, so we made sure to drive by again. We pulled into a parking lot across the street so the boys could take it all in. William thought it was the best house he has seen, but Charles had the best line with "Holy, moly, that's awesome!"

Don't let Charles be adopted

Charles has been exceptionally ornery lately. Last night, he was at his worst. I told him I was tired of his behavior. William then said, "Don't let anyone adopt Charles." I asked if he wanted to keep Charles, and he said yes. After a few minutes, he was crying, afraid Charles would be adopted out. First, I have no idea where that idea even came from. Nothing like that has ever been said. Second, even as Charles was hitting and kicking William, William still wanted Charles to stay.

Renaming our elves

Charles excitedly ran up to me the other morning to tell me he had found Mike and Sully. I told him that was great but wondered why he had to "find" his new ornaments on the tree. Then he grabbed my hand to lead me downstairs to "see elves." When we reached the living room, he pointed to the elves and said, "Mike and Sully!" I told him they are Marzipan and Gingerbread. He said no, Mike and Sully. Then he said he wanted to touch them. I told him they would lose their magic and wouldn't be able to go see Santa. Charles thought that was ok. He wanted to touch them.