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But here's what I came home with last night for our boys.
Eat your heart out, Internet.
Yes. I am a worse advocate for the South than the chaw-chewing, overall-wearing, married-to-his-cousin man who comes out of the woodwork to be on the Today Show the morning after the F5 hits your town.
Let's face it. I didn't think about making my own advent calendar back in November, and now it's too late. All the energy I could have spent crafting the crap out of an advent calendar has unfortunately been assigned to teepees lately. Luckily for me, the low expectations I have worked hard to instill in my boys really came through for me last night. They were THRILLED with the drugstore advent calendars.
SOLID. GOLD.
"What diss, Mommy?"
"What it does, Mommy?"
"WHAT?"
"Dare's CONDY in dare? OPEN IT."
Um, ADVENT CALENDAR JUMP-THE-GUN FAIL.
Jakey didn't have an advent calendar last year, so he didn't know about opening the windows in order. OH BELIEVE YOU ME he was quickly corrected by his brothers, advent calendar veterans of many years.
And do you know what the very best part of not getting your advent calendar until December the sixth is? You get to catch up all in one night.
Six down, 18 to go.
