Monday, December 5, 2011

Real Gift Excitement

Mother and Skip must have got into the rum-laced eggnog a little bit early on Christmas morning. It's the only way to explain their facial expressions - happy, glazed-as-a-doughnut contentment - as they contemplate Father.

This kind of "real gift excitement" is not something I ever, ever want to see in real life. Why, he's pointing that Weller power tool straight in the direction of his loved ones - the people who just gave him that thing! I don't think he means any harm. But you can just tell he shouldn't be anywhere near a soldering gun, or a homecrafter kit, or - Heaven forbid - a power sander.

Two hours later he's soldered all of Mother's earrings together. And the silverware is now a garland of forks and spoons - perfect for the tree, except that it's so heavy the tree fell over. Please, someone, distract him with another gift - like a tie - before he notices all the tin cans in the pantry.



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3 comments:

VelmaDinkley said...

Am I the only one whose first thought was "they're not his family - they're his diabolical robotic creations"?

Lidian said...

Velma - You know, I think you might be right! Oh dear...

Kath Lockett said...

First thought: The Shining. Heeeeeeeere's Johnny!