ps Boston is still looking in the front room every morning for more Christmas presents, lovingly bestowed upon him by his dear friend Santa.
Yesterday morning, he put his lips about 1/2" from my face and with great anticipation, whispered, "Mom, (slight pause to make sure he has my full attention) let's go see if dew iz pwezents undaw da twee"
me, "there's not, I already went to the bathroom and looked on my way back".
B, "ok, let's watch a cawtoon".