So Demon Baby had a lovely Christmas. He got an electronic guitar, Legos, a Nintendo DS, Ninja pants (black fleece pants from Old Navy, God bless them they make a pant he will wear at times), a large coloring book, and assorted other presents. Oh, and a lifelike baby bear. It makes noise. You feed it a bottle. It moves.
"WHAT?!" he asked when he opened it.
"It's a baby bear that moves," said I, thinking he wasn't quite sure.
"Santa is out of his mind. He brought me a GIRL present!!!!"
"It's not a girl present!" I shrieked in outrage.
"Is too! What am I supposed to do with THIS? GIRLS feed bears with a baby bottle."
"That is incredibly sexist. BOYS CAN TOO." Hoping to avoid an international incident, I hurriedly said, "Open another present."
Well, here it is about 10 days post Christmas. And guess what he carries around 24/7? His baby bear. And when he leaves the house to do anything, guess who is handed the bottle and told to keep up feedings, kiss it, tuck it in, wrap in in blankets and otherwise mother a fake baby bear?
Yeah. More work load for me.
But it seems Santa knew what she was doing.