Luke has celebrated past Christmas’ without a stocking. Not this year. At 2 1/2 years, he needed a proper stocking.
I bought all my materials and came home, armed with fabric for a stocking. I asked Luke which pattern he wanted for his stocking.
“Want dogs mom. Wiss penguins on bottom. And polka dots on it, like Bear in Underwear. And ‘noflakes.”
I proceeded to cut out a crazy looking stocking. As it started to take shape, that’s when the requests started rolling in.
“Mom, Pooh wants ‘tocking too. Mom, dat is boot. Make ‘tocking. Right now.”
I made Pooh a stocking.
“Mom, Caterpillar wants ‘tocking too.”
I refused. Pooh was special. Caterpillar was not.
“Mom, make Eeyore ‘tocking. Then Piglet. Then Rabbit.”
I stood my ground. He then requested stocking stuffers for Pooh. I relented. On Christmas, Pooh got tic tacs and mentos. Later on, I overheard a serious conversation between Luke and Pooh.
As he popped a yellow tic tac into his mouth, Luke said, “Pooh, you haf no teeth. You haf no tongue. I eat your tic tacs. When you older, you haf teeth and tongue. Then you eat tic tacs.”
I guess that makes sense.