A Christmas Miracle

It’s Christmas morning and Kyla had finished tearing through all her presents. One of her requests to Santa this year had been a baby sister. After realizing that she did not in fact get a baby sister she thought to herself and said “I guess I didn’t write my letter early enough for Santa to get Mrs. Claus pregnant”.

Pumpkin

In the middle of a condo viewing this evening, I referred to Kyla as “Pumpkin”. She pulled me aside and said very seriously “Um, could you please not call me Pumkin, or anything that’s not my name, in public anymore?”