I asked Patrick, while driving home after preschool last week, if he would be my helper-elf when we arrived home and take all the packages from the front door (where they had been dropped off by the friendly UPS woman) to my closet. I told him it was a big deal to be a helper elf, and the really hard part was that he couldn’t open any of the packages and look in them because they were all surprises.
I could see a little look of resignation in his eyes when I told him about the no-opening part-it’s so hard at 4 to wait, isn’t it?
But then he took a big sigh and said, “Sure I’ll help you Mom. They’re all probably filled with makeup and clothes anyways.” Make up and clothes-the worst of the worst I guess and what he needed to guard himself against curiosity getting the best of him.
*By the way, he wears that outfit in the photo above every single day at home. The minute we leave to go out he changes into normal clothes and the minute he gets home, he changes right back into his favorite basketball outfit.