While we were in Chicago, our kids were invited by Aunt Rachael for Sunday Dinner. Aunt Rachael's house is also Uncle Aaron's house. That there's the caveat... With the sweet Aunt comes the tricky Uncle. Years ago Mister Dub and I had a will drawn up. One of the less pleasant tasks was designating guardians for our minor children. (Did you know that if you die without a will and fail to designate a guardian the courts will decide who takes care of your children?) Rachael and Aaron were appointed as the guardians of our children should the need ever arise. While we were in Chicago and the kids were gathered at the table, he told them to take a good look around. He then let them know that should we perish before returning, they would be having dinner in similar fashion for years to come. He then lined everyone up for spankings. He texted me later and told me our kids would probably be praying extra hard that night for our safe return. He's NAUGHTY. The other night he stopped by unexpectedly and stayed for dinner. While we were setting an extra place at our table and pouring him eggnog, he was busy turning all of our Christmas cards backwards (except his).
Santa might be leaving a trace of coal in his stocking.