We have a very interesting little family. Chuck's favorite holiday is Halloween. Hands down. Granted, he hasn't been much in the ghoulish spirit this year, but typically that's not the case.
On our way to dinner tonight (just seemed easiest at the time) he was expounding on how he's not in the Halloween-y mood when Zachary pipes up.
This is a true transcript (well, as good as my memory allows) of what was said in our car tonight:
Zachary: I like Halloween too. But I think it's my 2nd favorite holiday. My first favorite holiday, the holiday that I love more than anything is Christmas. And the reason I love Christmas is...well, maybe not more than anything because I love you two and my brother and sister and all my friends that aren't friends and my family more. Well, maybe I love Christmas as much as you two and my brother and sister.
Me: Wait. What are friends that aren't friends?
Zachary: The people at school that don't really play with me. I love Christmas because...yea, I think maybe I love you all the same as Christmas and then Halloween is second.
Me: Zachary, why do you love Christmas so much? (trying desperately to get him on track)
Zachary: Because it's a holiday about giving and love and caring about people and happiness and sharing and loving and all kinds of happy things.
Me: Zachary, you are an amazing child and you totally understand the meaning of Christmas more than people that are 4 times your age. You have it right on.
Then from the very back of the car, there's this little voice:
Lucas: I love Christmas too. I love it probably eleven times more than people. You know why I love Christmas?
Me: Why, Luke?
Lucas: Because I get presents!!
And thus illustrates the difference, once again, between my two boys.
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