Smooshed

I ran over Jackson's tricycle. Not the whole thing, just one of the back wheels. It could be straightened out... We- and by we I mean Santa Claus- were going to get him a little beginner bike for Christmas, but the ol' parental guilt trip is in full swing. Actually- Jason is giving me a harder time than Jackson.

Jackson: "Mooooooooooommmmmeeeeeeeee! You ran over my tritictle! That was not nice!!"
Mommy: "It was an accident honey, and I'm really sorry..."
Jason: "Didn't you see it?? I guess we can go look at the Spiderman one he likes."
Mommy: "Well, I think Santa had that in the budget closer to December, dear..."
Jackson: "Santa is coming right now!!!"

~exit Jackson stage left to write a revised Santa letter~