You were very upset last night and kept saying we needed to grab “Little Joe”.
“Kiddo? What is Little Joe?”
“Little Joe, the cookie you made! We can’t leave Little Joe!”
Luckily, your dad finally figured out what you were talking about.
We were at the annual hang-out-at Uncle-Matt’s-and-make-holiday- cookies-extravaganza last night. One of the elves lost a leg so I decorated it as Tiny Tim, complete with an antler from a reindeer cookie kit that was repurposed as a crutch.
Now I want nothing more than you to rewrite the traditional Scrooge Christmas story with obvious “we’re trying not to get sued” names like Little Joe, The Spirit Christmas Now Time, and others.
Mom… And Little Joe.