It's 10:30 pm, Christmas Eve. Santa has done his thing, the stockings are filled, the super duper jumper thingy is FINALLY put together, though we will need physical therapy to regain use of our upper arms. I cannot wait to get to sleep, because it's bound to be an early morning, but instead I'm watching water heat up - really.
All Hunter wanted for Christmas was a shark, so a shark he's getting. A red tailed, 3 inch long shark, who prefers his water to be a toasty 78 degrees. It's not easy keeping a shark hidden from a 7 year old on Christmas Eve.
OK, just checked, we're up to 76 degrees and he seems to like it, as he's just started doing lots of neat tricks for me, like swimming backwards and doing loop de loops. 2 more degrees, and it's lights out, buddy.
Merry Christmas!
Dena
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