A girl gets married. A girl has a baby. A girl moves to suburbia. These things must be made fun of.
Thursday, January 3, 2013
A Stand Against The Pagan Holiday
As you can see...beautiful Christmas...unhappy child.
I haven't been able to put my finger on it, but I'm pretty sure after several observations my daughter was not, I repeat, not a fan of Christmas. How do I know this? One, the kid slept in on Christmas morning. What child under the age of ten sleeps in on Christmas morning? And when I did wake her to go downstairs, a rather large tooting sound radiated from her bottom. Come on people, you don't have to be a genius to understand my daughter was literally pooping on Christmas. And lastly, my thoughtful mom purchased a very innocuous onesie entitled "Santa's Helper" that my daughter proceeded to spit up on, throw up on and again, as a common response for her dismay, poop on. And I'm not talking about something happening after a couple of hours of wearing - no, I'm talking about ten minutes after the onesie being snapped shut did the bodily functions come out to play.
So, what am I to do? My daughter isn't a fan of Christmas. Do we try Hanukkah next year?