Husby and I always get each other a gift from one another and a smaller gift to each other "from Levi". The other day, Weebie and Daddy dropped me off at the mall while they went on the hunt for my gift. When we met back up, I whisked Levi off and asked for some hints. The results were hysterical.
His Daddy trained him well to tell me that it was a surprise. His Daddy knows me too well and knew I'd probably ask.
Sit back, relax, grab a Coke and enjoy the show!
My sweet little angel! HAHA!
My favorite is when he slips and tells me it's slippers and then says, "No! A surprise! It's a surprise!" :) A few days later we were driving down the road and he said, "Mommy, Daddy bought you slippers, but I told you it was a surprise."
Husby: Note to self - DO NOT TELL LEVI WHAT HE GOT MOMMY FOR CHRISTMAS! Hahahahahaha! I love it!
Oh, and that evening as I gloated over knowing my gift and talking incessantly about my slippers, we came home and tore the house apart looking for some medicine for Levi. Wouldn't you know Husby looked in a spot that he has never once looked at in our entire 4 years of living in this house AND FOUND THE PRESENT THAT "LEVI" GOT FOR HIM! I was furious.
I guess what goes around comes around! ;)