You Thought You Wanted Christmas Morning to Get Here?

Merry belated Christmas.

So this year we stuck around our home base here in South Ogden due to my work schedule.  We spent Thanksgiving in Roosevelt hunting pheasants with the Rasmussen's (awesome). And taking part in the ever expanding Rasmussen family party.

So for Christmas we stayed here and Gene and Connie came down to spend some much appreciated time with us.  Christmas morning we did the normal opening packages thing but since we had just gotten a fancy new camera I wanted to film little boys coming down the stairs.  I insisted that they not go down to the tree until 7am so that everyone would have a chance to get some sleep.  That worked for when they actually woke us up though I'm pretty sure BGB had been through every present 6 or 7 times by then.

We finally let them go down but we first took them to the way downstairs to check out the stockings.  They were as excited as little 2, 5 and 7 year old boys can be.  They tore threw the socks, ate the easy to get to candy and then were just rip roaring to get upstairs and open their big presents.

Gene and Connie had thought it funny that we use hot sauce on kids tongues as a deterrent to foul language so they found these itty bitty 1" tall bottles of Tabasco and slipped them in everyone's stockings.  Everyone chuckled and kept digging for candy.

"Dad let's go open presents."  "Hold on a second there Boys. Before we can go anywhere we have to drink these bottles of hot sauce because Santa obviously thought they were pretty important" I joked.  Let me emphasize that--it was a joke.  I even strung it out a bit letting the boys try to rip off the child proof green wrapper.

Thinking I was rather clever pushing my boys anticipation to the ultimate limits I sat smuggling trying to get my own bottle of Tabasco open.

Then I see Mackay jump to his feet and bolt to the kitchen tongue flapping in the wind like Michael Jordan.  The little shit had taken me serious enough to unscrew the lid through the green plastic and chug the entire bottle--just so he could open his Christmas presents.  I thought his head might spontaneously combust.

I felt really bad in between laughing fits with his mother and Grand parents.  We didn't delay presents one second longer.