To be a kid on Christmas...
Most of the giant, expensive toys were ignored in lieu of "nandy," at least this kids portion. I have almost an exact duplicate of this shot, the only difference being Titus flapping his arms and down rapidly vs this shot of waiting patiently for a Rolo.
It didn't help one iota that his main gift from us is also a piece of garbage. The Huffy Green Machine, don't buy it. Our neighbor loves it. He's 11. Even he has to stretch his legs all the way to pedal. Huffy isn't one for product testing and/or honest advertising. Other than the flag snapping off, a main bolt losing itself on it's maiden voyage, the pedal constantly falling off, the back rear wheel unattaching itself from the frame and the lack of reachability for it's intended user...it's a fine toy. I left a beaut of a review on TRU.com.
I just had to show how much the wee one has changed this year. Still loves his crepes, though.
It was a pretty rockin' Christmas for us, though over in a flash. I learned that as much fun as it is to be a kid on Christmas, it ain't bad being a parent either. Actually, I've known that for eight years now, just never documented it before. :)