So it's 45 minutes past bedtime and I hear noise from his room. I venture in and ask the sprog
Me: Why are you still awake? You need to get some sleep you have a big day tomorrow, you need to be rested for your first track meet.
Sprog: Daddy you know what I want for Christmas, something Mommy doesn't know about?
Me: No what is it?
Sprog: I want a hotair balloon and a real dragon, not a pretend one a real one, to blow it up with.
Me: Good night and go to sleep...you need me to turn out the light?
Sprog: No..good night Dad.
Where the heck does he get this stuff from, nevermind that ...where are we going to find a real dragon, not to mention a hotair balloon :D
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