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Jon's letter to Santa

Dear Santa, Merry Christmas!  I have been very in between this year. Jon

Cafeteria style taunting.

Jon said to Robert, "I've got you by the tater tots."

A question for the ages

Jon:  Would you rather step in a puddle of wasabi, or a puddle of acid?

Headline: Terrible Mom Never Bakes Cookies

I was baking Christmas cookies, and Jon asked, "What's that wonderful smell?"  I told him, "Cookies." "I haven't smelled that smell in years!"

I'm working here!

Typing furiously, and wearing headphones did not deter Robert from telling me this nugget:  "Hey, mom, I'm eating  a precious rubber chicken"

I think he was serious

Jon and I were getting into the car, and he said, "You used to take me to preschool, didn't you?"  "Yes, I did," I replied.  "Is that where we met?"

Yeah, just like that.

I was driving home from picking up Jon and told him how I needed to slow down on the corners because I didn't know what the road was like. "You mean, like a bunch of monkeys dancing on the road?", he replied.