Best. Present. EVER!
But the present I got from my husband last Christmas was the most spectacular gift of all. It trumps the kitten, the skates ... even the bright-green vinyl beanbag I got when I was ten (sorry, Mom ... er, Santa).
Wanna know what it was?
Yep ... he may have been born in September, but our little Coby was conceived somewhere between Christmas Eve and Christmas morning. *bow chicka wow wow* (I'll wait as you try to erase the mental image. You're welcome.)
As far as Christmas gifts go, Curtis will never top that one. And frankly? I don't want him to try.
Three boys is enough. I'll settle for a sweater or something. :)