Charlie and Mason with their beloved nutcracker.
Out of all of the Christmas decorations set out around our house, our boys fancied the large nutcracker that my mom gave us a few years back the most. Although we got a kick out of watching them use him as a dancing partner during our many dance parties, I think I'll miss when our boy's use him to tell jokes most of all. They would sit behind him and tell jokes while moving his mouth up and down. Mason's jokes varied from time to time but Charlie always stuck with the safe but hilarious, "Mom, where are you? Where are you, Mom?" That boy is the next Brian Regan.
Speaking of jokes, if our boys aren't fighting or pretending to be weasels (or some other sort of animal), they are trying their best to wow us with jokes. This usually means that Char is asking about my whereabouts (like I mentioned above) and Mason is cracking himself up with some sort of fart or poop joke. Either that or he is narrating something goonie for McCabe. Best of all, narrating a poop joke for McCabe. That one is really a winner! Poor McCabey.
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