Killing My Inner Child, One Christmas List at a Time

I like that there are 19 items and then a dismissive "That will be all." (Also, see my premonition of the jumpsuit fad over 18 years in advance!)

Now that we have a kid, my husband Jeff and I can’t wait to get toys. Not so much for him, but for us. “Legos!” Jeff cried out the other night, like he had some kind of special consumer-based Tourette’s. “We’ll get to play with Legos!” Me, I’m holding out for some Hungry Hungry Hippos [...]