When I ask the boys what they want for Christmas, I am met with blank stares if I am lucky, and, if I am not lucky, they do not even glance at me as they mumble, "I don't know."
On the other hand . . .
"Hey Lilly," I ask, "what do you want for Christmas?"
"OH," she turns to me, breathless with excitement, "I want an Elsa doll, an Elsa dress, some Elsa books, an Elsa plate, Elsa pajamas, and an Elsa house. Then, I want a baby doll, and a mermaid princess with a Hello Kitty stroller."