Mental note: do not trust a three-year-old with national security secrets.

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Standing in the bakery after selecting a white and chocolate mousse cake…

“Now Eva, remember, this is Daddy’s surprise birthday cake.  That means it has to be a surprise.”

(Throwing her hands over her eyes)  “OK!  I won’t peek!”

“No, you can look at it.  But Daddy can’t.  Not until it’s time to blow out the candles.  So that means, not a word when we get home. OK?”

“OK!”

“Let me see you zip it up.  Ready?  Zip!”

(She zips.)

Ten minutes later, bursting through the front door…

“Daddy!  We got you a surprise birthday cake!  But shhhh!  No peeking!  It’s a chocolate moose!”

Thirty-nine today…wishing Doug a very happy final year of youth!

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Let’s get right to the source.

As the curtain closes on another magical Christmas season, I had to remind the kids that Santa is still watching, and they have only 362 days to work on next year’s batch of Christmas wishes. (i.e., material rewards for civil behavior. Funny how “bribery” seems like such a dirty word.)

“So what do you want next Christmas?” I asked Tyler as we searched for places to put all of this year’s booty. “It’s not too early to start thinking about it!”

But he didn’t have to think about it. “I want suction-cup shoes,” he said.

“What are those for?”

“To help me walk across the ceiling,” was his matter-of-fact response.

“But they weren’t invented yet,” I said. “Maybe YOU can invent it before next Christmas. But still, let’s think of something else.”

This time, he thought a little longer. “How ‘bout a rainbow?”

I hated to shoot down all the kid’s ideas, but it was time for a healthy dose of realism here. After all, did he want the fat guy to slide down the chimney with something really cool or not?

“I love rainbows, too, but you can’t put one in a box and wrap it,” I said. “Besides, you can walk outside and see rainbows for free. Let’s keep thinking.”

He did. He thought for a good full minute, brows scrunched in concentration, until I practically heard a light bulb snap above his head.

“Next Christmas, I want Santa!” he declared.

Decision rendered. That’s where his list ended.

That’s my boy, the little entrepreneur. He’s not wasting his time on the golden eggs. He wants the whole damn goose.

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The Top 10 most annoying toys that should be blasted to kingdom come

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Lately Doug has been spending his weekends target shooting.  Yesterday we were surveying the post-Christmas-morning scene, which looked like someone just threw up Santa’s workshop all over our house, when Anna’s walker started to go off.  “Soy el mono. Deseo un paseo. Vamonos!”

“Let me take it with me,” Doug said.  “It would make a perfect target.  ‘Soy el gato. Con cuidado!’  Bang!”  (Note: gibberish replaced with actual Spanish)

“Don’t you dare,” I said, practically throwing my body in front of it.  “Anna loves that walker!”

But after he left, it occurred to me there are plenty of other toys I wouldn’t mind donating to his cause.  May I present to you the top 10 most annoying toys that should be blasted to kingdom come:

#10:  Toys that continue to speak long after the child stops playing with them.  “Are you still there? … Press a button to play! … (cymbal, bells, coo-coo clock and gong-crashing sound effects) … Please, press one of my buttons! …”

#9:  Creepy dolls are bad enough when their eyes move with you as you walk across the room.  Some of them have the added feature of lips puckered up and ready for a bottle—and wind up looking like blow-up dolls instead.  Pucker up, freaky blow-up doll with murderous, roving eyeballs.  It’s time to meet your maker.

#8:  Toys that amplify children’s already piercing vocals.  Rock Star Mickey Mouse microphone, that means you.

#7:  Stuffed animals who sing the same song over and over when you squeeze its belly, hands or feet.  This year’s perpetrator: a teddy bear duo that sings Sonny and Cher’s “I Got You Babe.” Over and over again.  As many times as the children would like to hear it.

#6:  Clowns.  Not that I personally have a problem with them.  But millions of people are inflicted with at least some degree of coulrophobia, a documented fear of clowns.  Why not market Acrophobia Doll, which comes with a model building with ledge?  Or perhaps, Claustrophobia Doll—model closet with no windows included?  You get the idea.

#5:  Toys that humanize produce.  Say your prayers, Mr. Potato Head.

#4:  Toys that come in pieces: puzzles pieces, barn animals, mini chairs, tables, beds and cradles, cards, people, marbles, dice, checkers, Playdoh shapers, stickers, oogly eyes, little arms, feet, glasses and hats, wheels, blocks, Legos and a million plastic balls—everywhere you’d care to step. Ready…aim…kaboom!

#3:  Toys designed for the hearing impaired.  This toy comes with but one volume setting: eardrum shatter-sonic.  Your child will always pick it up when you’ve let your guard down—and there is no way to turn it off with your nails imbedded in the ceiling.

#2:  Puzzles with sound effects.  These puzzles contain sensors to make animal sounds when they sense the correct piece has been put in place.  In our case, the frog is missing—and every time the light goes on or off, the effing thing croaks.  Throw something over it, and it croaks to the vibration of your footsteps.  The only way to stop it is to take out its battery, but you need a miniature Phillips head screwdriver to do it, which you’ll find just as soon as you get around to picking up all those mother-effing pieces all over the floor.

#1:  The Elf on a Shelf.  Not that I have one.  But I’ve seen the pictures of yours.

Happy New Year to you all…hope your 2011 goes out with a bang!