I've got him sorting through my Big Bin of Cookie Cutters (a jug that formerly held a few pounds of pretzels). His job is to find the Christmas cookie cutters.
I get to listen to the running commentary: "A socking*! Is that for Christmas? How about this? What's this? A guitar? Guitars are for summer. Stars are for Christmas! A star for Baby Jesus! And a train, because you can get a train for a present! And what about this one, Mom?" He held up a shamrock. "A lucky!"
*intentionally misspelled because this is how Little Brother pronounces it, and I'm charmed by those cute mispronunciations.
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