As we were getting in the car to go to the store, Will excidly pointed out a UPS turning down the street. I mentioned the mail truck will be coming to our house this week to deliever gifts we got for Aunt Heidi & Grandpa Harbin. The rest of the conversation (as we were driving to the store) cracked me up…

W: Did we get Shari a gift?
M: No
W: Why?
M: Because we take turns giving the grown-ups gifts and it wasn't our turn to give to her. We're going to get Uncle Teri a gift. But we get your cousins gifts, so we got Micah a gift.
W: We DID?
M: And Annika and Simeon and Britta
W: And we got Alex a gift.
M: Yes we did.
W: Are we going to get me a gift?
M: I don't know, do you think we should?
W: Yes!
M: What do you think would be a good gift for you?
W: Hmmm…. I don't know. Something green!
M: Something green? Can we get you broccoli?
W: NO! <In silly mommy tone> Broccoli isn't for Christmas!
M: It's not? Why?
W: Because it's for supper! I want something else green.