“Christmas tree,” Jack said as we walked by. My nephew Jack was now three, old enough not to have to ride in the stroller as we walked downtown. He and I held hands but I could barely feel his little fingers through my thick gloves. Each of our other hands sat on the stroller handle bar as we pushed baby Luke along down the street. “Big Christmas tree,” He said as the cars on Fourth Street zoomed past us with salt leftover from the most recent snowstorm blowing up onto the sidewalk. I pulled him further away from the street. “Big Green Christmas tree,” he continued. His love of telling his audience all of the adjectives that go along with an object is one of his most endearing qualities. We reached Koch’s sporting goods store where a mannequin of a football player had been dressed in Chad OchoCinco’s jersey and helmet with a Santa beard and stocking . “Zoey?” Jack said inquisitively, speaking of the character from the Muppet Babies. He knew it was not, but was not sure what to make of the statue. His puzzled eyes looked up at me begging for answers. “Santa?” He wondered aloud. “8-5 Santa?” “Football, 8-5 Santa?” His ideas were coming quicker and I didn’t know what to tell him. “I’m not sure, honey” and we continued on our walk.
Love,
Jack
PS - Here's a picture of Aunt Lisa with Luke that was laying around.
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