
During the Christmas Season, Jack couldn't stop talking about getting a Yellow Ramone from Santa. Even when asked on Christmas Eve who was coming that night, he shouted out that Yellow Ramone was coming, instead of Santa Claus. Christmas Day came, he opened his presents, and later asked where Red Ramone was. (By the way, Ramone is a Chevy Impala from the movie Cars and he comes in a variety of colors.) We told him that he didn't ask for a Red Ramone, and don't be greedy. Ever since Christmas has passed he has been telling me that Santa is bringing him a Red Ramone, and he usually tells me that he will be arriving that night. I don't know how to explain to a three year old that Santa isn't coming for another year, since I don't know how to explain a "year" to him. Anyhow, when I was working out in the basement during the kids' nap times, Jack decided to forgo the nap and play in Rich and my bedroom. Luckily no damage had occurred (see the fingernail polish and coffee incident), but things were not in their proper places. For instance half of my makeup was now on my bedside table, and Jack had opened and removed all the soap from under Rich's sink. When asked why he had gotten into these things, he told us that he was looking for Red Ramone.