Good Boys

We were talking about what the kids wanted for Christmas one day.

I think they boys started it... something along the lines of Ransom saying he wanted a guitar then Logan saying he probably wasn't going to get it (pessimistic kid). Then Ransom saying he also wanted a Wii U and Logan saying it wasn't going to happen (oddly he's pessimistic about his own wishes because he wants a Wii U too.. ok that one probably has to do with the fact that the boys have been asking for a Wii U but I've been having to talk to them and help them understand that they'd probably not be getting such a big ticket item.)

Funny enough both of those items are currently under the tree. :) I'm predicting lots of jumping and screaming on Christmas morning.

At some point, Ransom started thinking about what I wanted for Christmas. He came to this conclusion:

Ransom: "Mom, I know what you want for Christmas."

Me: "What?"

Ransom: "Good boys."

Hmmm, the boy knows me well.

Yes, I would like perfectly behaved boys for Christmas. I'm not saying they are horrid little monsters but well... let's face it, I think ALL kids could behave better. So what do I want for Christmas? Apparently nothing that can be wrapped with a bow. I just want good boys.

But if you think about it.... the fact that Ransom realizes this all on his own seems to suggest that perhaps I already do have good boys.