About this time last year I blogged about not getting Christmas cards done for yet another season. Things haven't changed much this year.
You see, some special folks will be getting cards. It's an art project I worked on with Elliot and, as you can imagine, the attention span of a not-quite-2 year old isn't very long.
For those of you that do get a card, please be polite and not rub it in to those around you that didn't get one of his spectacular each-is-an-original works. It's just not nice.
For those of you that don't get a card, it's not that we don't love you, it's more that he refused to work without consulting with his lawyer, Fluter vonBuug after only completing 15 cards. He was babbling on and on about child labor laws and the cruelty of being forced to create art so his mom would finally have something to send out. Oh, the humanity. (His words, not mine, although it did sound more like Down? Milk? Daddy? as I was saying 'hold on, honey, just one more for mommy.')