“Kachow!” Graham squealed as his mother exited the shower, and he flashed the headlights on his new Lightning McQueen backpack toy.
“Hey, racecars don’t have headlights,” I growled in his direction.
“Kaching!” Jenn smiled. “You got a Lightning McQueen.”
“Yeah, Saint Nicholas brought it.”
“Cool!” Jenn made her way upstairs to get dressed gripping her towel.
“Get your shoes and socks on,” I reminded him.
Earlier, he spat out a chunky mouthful of M&Ms in the sink.
“Gross!” his mother shouted. “Do it again and you’ll lose PlayStation for a week. Understand?”
Not every morning is as bustling. Saint Nicholas’ Day is special.