On Christmas Eve we let Evan load up a plate of cookies for Santa. He just kept adding cookie after cookie to the pile. After he had more than a dozen on there he decided it would be enough. We put the cookies on the table, grabbed a few pictures and spent some more time hanging out in the living room.
At one point, Bryan reached over and grabbed a cookie off the plate. Just as he was breaking it in half Evan realized what happened.
"Dad!!! Those are for Santa!!!" Evan's voice was filled with frustration, panic and horror all at once. "There aren't going to be enough and we don't have time to make more."
Bryan tried to piece the cookie back together and placed it back on the plate. Evan seemed moderately satisfied, but after he went to bed we couldn't help but laugh about how upset and concerned he was. I loved that he knew there just simply wasn't enough time to make more cookies before he had to go to bed.
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Hilarious! Really though, Bryan, you should know better!
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