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My sister called me this morning.  Being on the west coast, she was lucky enough that some of her family was still sleeping.  We, however, have been up now for hours.  We even managed to get out for a quick trip to the pet store, just in case Santa forgets to bring something for Cheerio.  Now she’s well covered.  (Shhhhh… don’t tell Dan.)

Anyhow, soon after we returned, Caroline called.  I couldn’t answer in time, so I called her right back.  We chatted mostly about The Snow.  We’re both buried in It and getting just slightly annoyed with It.

During this conversation (literally 6 minutes), Luke asked for a piece of pumpkin bread.  I acquiesed, telling him to take the remainder of it (a huge chunk).  He walked over to the table with it happily.

A few minutes later, Jack was downstairs in the kitchen telling Luke he had messed up his room. (All rooms are spic and span because Santa doesn’t come to messy houses).  In a panic, Luke ran up to check and returned wailing that Jack had messed it up.

I told Caroline I’d have to call her later and hung up.  Then I calmed Luke down and sent Jack back upstairs to repair the damage.

A placated Luke returned to the table only to find his pumpkin bread missing.  And the dog licking her chops.

Thankfully, I had a spare loaf and all was saved.  For the time being.