Last week, exactly 9 days before Thanksgiving and 41 days before Christmas, Rylee and I were on our drive home when she noticed that things were…different.
There was a Frosty the Snowman scene painted on the window of a convenience store.
She noticed it as we drove by and huffed and snorted and let out a heavy sigh.
I said nothing.
Pretty soon, we could see houses twinkling away, adorned with lights.
She huffed and snorted and sighed again.
This time, I said, “What’s the problem, Ry?”
She huffed and snorted and even “tssk-ed” this time before answering me in a clearly irritated voice, “It’s NOT Christmas time yet! Why do they have snowmans and lights up!?”
And so I say…my work here is done.