Each morning for the past few weeks (well, ever since I've finally managed to wrap just a few gifts to put under our Christmas tree), Braden comes downstairs and we have this conversation:
B (points excitedly) : Tree!
Me: Yes, it's our Christmas tree.
B (walks over to tree and inspects gifts under tree): Boxes?
Me: Yes, those are presents.
B: Open?
Me: Not yet, on Christmas.
Repeat every morning. But so far he has not every actually tried to open a gift yet.
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