Last night as I was taking the last of the lights off of the Christmas tree so I could box it up, Owen started bringing me ornaments to put on it. I explained I'd taken the ornaments off because it was time to put the tree away.
"Remember getting all of those presents?" I asked. "That was Christmas!"
Well, bringing up presents must have been the wrong approach because then he started whining he needed more presents. He wasn't happy with my response (something along the lines of "You have a toy store in your room!"), but luckily for me it then was time for bed.
It's a hard life, being 3.