Bah, humbug!

Evan's pre-school had their Christmas pageant today, and he wasn't having it. Not for him, the jingly bells, the Santa hats, the red noses, the cute little songs and dances. Not for him, the piñata. Not for him, the cookies. (Not even the cookies!) It was no, no, and no again. He burrowed into his mama's furry outfit, his long hair hanging in his eyes. (Not for him, a haircut. Absolutely not.) Urged to join the others, he wept, turned red-faced, and hid. Finally he was allowed to leave the party and go home.

I wondered if he was coming down with the virus that laid Bella low on the weekend, but apparently not. He was fine once he got home. He just wasn't into Christmas. Not today, anyway. Maybe next week.