William starts down the stairs, and about halfway down he stops. He looks down at the living room, the Christmas tree lit up, and piles of presents underneath it. He says "Wow! Mum!" and Jenine and I look at each other with a warm "parent job well done" feeling.
Then William completes his thought. "My helmet!" and he rushes downstairs to get his bike helmet. He didn't give two glances at the tree and presents. Until, that is, we explained what they were. Then we had to hold him down until his grandparents arrived.
--Nat
