A Christmas Gift

This is the story of a boy and his Christmas gift. This year he had been mostly good, except for the biting, occasional hair pulling and some holding of his breath while shaking with anger. For Christmas he received a small table and chairs in bright and lovely colors. We could say it came from Santa, but some of us haven't decided if that will cause irreparable damage to Xavier's ability to trust his parents...or screw him up in other ways. Ok, Ok, it came from Santa or maybe the Three Kings or both...

Anyway, he loved it and sat at his table often. He read with his mother and his bear while sitting at the table. He tried to climb the table (of course) and even hugged his bear there.

Then one day his evil step aunt (ok, not really step or evil, just his tia Lala) came over to his table and dared to touch it with her foot!

Then it was on! That's his "it's on" face. Lala knows it well.

Then she left and he lived happily ever after...for about 5 minutes...til she came back! Then they hugged and made up, but I didn't catch that on film...SORRY!