I asked Baby Boy what he wants for Christmas.
"A new kitty," he said.
"Daddy won't let us have anymore pets until these guys go to Heaven," I explained.
Five minutes later I caught him trying to let our quite alive Janet Cat out onto the busy road.
(I am asking Santa for a dead-bolt installed six-feet up on the door.)
"Is there anything else you want?"
"A baby sister but not as a baby as a big girl," he answered. "And a penguin. And a snake. And a new red house with a dog."
Whatever happened to asking for cars and candy?