The holiday season brings all sorts of joy and cheer.  The loveliness of watching folks who rarely shop attempt to navigate the store.  And better yet, the foolish mortals who think they can work the self checkout without regular usage.  The happiness of school programs where parents stuff kids into uncomfortable clothes and then expect them to perform like the carrier monkeys that they are, except all they do is stand front and center with their hands firmly placed in their pockets and their lips locked shut.  Why this position cannot be assumed while working the aforementioned self checkout in a curious question of nature.  The pleasantness of tykes being hyped up on a constant stream of available crack sugar and then acting out when their schedules are completely turned topsy turvy, they’re given tons of attention, and then they keep hearing “stand straight!  stop moving!  be quiet!  but say thank you!”

And then there are the photos.  Oh, the photos.  The pictures in front of the Christmas tree.  The pictures before the opening of presents.  The pictures during programs and Santa visits and tree cuttings and Christmas parties.

We happened to catch one set of pictures with the boys that are actually pretty cute.  They’re from Little A’s dedication (one blissfully lovely holiday day).

Little A:  You really want me to sit?  Sit up? Sit up with JJ?  Alone?  In a chair?

Both:  Are we cute?  Are we done?  Is that all?

JJ:  I wonder how far I can push Little A over before he rats me out.

Little A:  Why are you kissing me?

JJ:  Cause they told me to.

Little A:  Seriously?  Since when did you start listening to them?

JJ:  Listen:  it’ll make them stop taking pictures faster.

Little A:  I dunno:  Ma’s got a twitchy photo finger.

Brudders.

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