The world is about to change for my little five year old, and not in a way that he’s going to like.

I think we’ve all been through this experience before – that horrified moment of realizing we’ve just said the absolute last thing we wanted to say.

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What could be worse than waking up to the sound of kids fighting? Waking up to the sound of them playing, of course.

I really should have seen this coming. Never lecture a seven-year old about why he is not allowed to do something. It never works.

We can’t all be beautiful all of the time, can we?

It’s not that I don’t like tag. I do. I also appreciate the idea of games changing as they’re played, of on-the-fly improvements to shared experiences. But this was just a bit too much for me. I must be getting old.

I realize that I’m just asking for trouble with this one, but sometimes I just can’t help myself.

Warning: this tale may make you hungry. If your resolution is to lose weight, make sure you have a large bag of rice cakes next to you while you read it.

I can’t wait to hear next year’s guess as to why we give presents on Christmas eve!