The Christmas season is catching on here. RB doesn’t know exactly what it is, but he likes the lights, the music, and the sense of excitement. And Santa, of course.
He was a pretty good boy most of the week — he saw a mounting pile of gifts under the tree, and daily [or more often] asked if he could open one. But he accepted denials of his requests without rancor.
But yesterday, when Bob was working and I was doing something else around the house, temptation overcame him. He got into the presents and started opening them until the police [Me] showed up to stop him. He only got 4 or 5 open before that, and now we have them hidden in a locked room, and will put them out again after he goes to sleep Christmas Eve.
But the purpose was to thrill him, so the gifts had their effect, We just didn’t get to see it.
But from then , I keep telling Red Bear, sometimes, you need to learn to wait.
P.S. We were planing to go to Disneyland today, too bad, it’s a raining day… :((