Chickie arrived from the North Pole last night. He promptly jumped on our tree train for his grand introduction. Someone was super excited…and by someone, I don’t mean the boy.
You see, with the arrival of Chickie, the “better be a good boy” becomes much more serious. And oh boy that makes mommy happy.
Now, if only Chickie would self move each night…life would be wonderful…because I’m being honest here..someone (daddy) already failed to move him…a fact that didn’t go unnoticed by the boy
