In which we do our Christmas shopping on Christmas Eve (right on schedule).
It's Christmas Eve, which means...
...it's time to start wrapping presents.
Feliz, all!
Famous Blue Wintercoat.
above : my son and Leonard Cohen
Normally, I don't like to trick children.*
But when I saw this poster of our son's nemesis, I couldn't pass up the opportunity.
"Hey buddy,"
I said casually, hoping he wouldn't get a glimpse of what was behind him before I had time to snap.
"Go ahead and stand right..there - okay, move over a couple inches, alright? And..snap. Got it. Look what's behind you!"
He turned around.
"Is that...Leonard Cohen?"
he asked, recognition slowly dawning.
"Yep."
I said proudly.
"And now you have a picture with him! Ha!"
"Well,"
he said, smiling furiously
"I still don't really like Leonard Cohen at all."
"Well,"
I said.
"This picture says otherwise."
And we walked off down the sidewalk together; one of us so proud of himself.