This week while Grace was in school, I let Faith help me wrap some Christmas presents - not her presents, of course. Just a few for Benjamin and David. And she was a great helper putting on tape, etc. And she immediately put them under the tree. But then she wanted to open those same presents - especially a particularly small present. She keep calling it her present because "it li-ull like me! (it's little like me!) So after Faith went down for a nap, I hid the presents. Otherwise they wouldn't have made it until Christmas.
This evening Faith walked up to me very concerned and said, "Momma I doan know wair my tiss-uss doe." (Momma I don't know where my Christmas presents went.)
So I responded by saying, "Well it's not time to open our presents yet. We'll open them on Christmas Day."
And Faith simply replied, "Oh. Santa has my tiss-uss pez-ints in his wah-un!" (Oh. Santa has my Christmas presents in his wagon!)