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So Santy messed up. The big feker. Imagine! I thought it was bad enough years ago when he gave me a First Love doll instead of the Tiny Tears one I requested *at the last minute* and my mother told me Andrea down the road got the last one.
I have since learned that Andrea down the road got Susie Swims (never heard of her) and she felt equally as hard done by.
Anyway, Saturday 28th December was the day I decided to take down the decorations. I know. I know. I believe I said bah humbug already.
I was putting the smaller pieces back into storage and underneath a black bag I saw an item that looked suspiciously like a Power Rangers thing.
Bearing in mind on Christmas Eve when Mister Husband and I had our Santy on, Mister Husband cast a critical eye at Lovey Liam’s pile and declared it to be “smaller than the others. It looks crap.”
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I shushed him and said he would be delighted with his other Power Rangers yoke that has fifteen inter-changeable heads. He’d love it. Trust me. He will zone in on that and everything else will be forgotten.
Looks like it wasn’t the only thing that was forgotten for there in front of me on Saturday December 28th 2013 was a Power Ranger scooter.
What to do.
Would we get away with it three days later? Would we be lynched by the others over the extra gift factor and, most importantly, would Lovely Liam swallow it?
We decided to give it a go.
And whaddaya know.
He swallowed it. Hook, line and scooter.
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The others took one look at the extra gift and swiftly returned to fighting over couch space and TV rights.
I blame Santy. Entirely. He was obviously imbibing on the Irish leg of his journey.
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