I am not sure if it is the excitement that this time of year brings or being locked indoors from the chilly weather but about right now our little pack of lovelies are being more naughty than nice. Especially our oldest, recently, she has been the instigator of trouble. This morning she was taunting Tate within minutes of waking her pretty self up. After repeatedly telling her that we were going to talk with Santa about bringing her any gifts, she finally managed to push Trent right over the edge. This is how it rolled out:
Trent: "Sydney, Santa is only going to bring you a lump of coal (and to add a little more salt to the wound) AND you will not even be able to play with it."
Sydney: "No uh uh, I can play hopscotch with it!"
Okay, well, I love her positive out look on life. It kind of makes me wonder if I should just throw a couple of sticks and stones under the tree and call it good.
