Stretch Marks

My mom loves this picture.

Whenever she looks at it she laughs and calls me Benjamin Button.

She says it's because I look like a grumpy, 80 year old man. It's because she put me in a stinkin' button down shirt and a sweater.

If I'm dressed like an 80 year old, I'm gonna act like an 80 year old.

I'm honestly not normally as grumpy as I look in this picture.

To be honest I was in a pretty good mood.

But they snapped the picture moments before I pooped on Santa.

So had they taken this picture only 3 seconds later

you probably would have seen me smiling from ear to ear.

My sister is smiling. She's always smiling, though.

Usually it's because she's torturing me in some perverse way.

But in this case it was because she had just told Santa, "This is my brother Rocco, don't talk to him. And please bring me some toys and candy. Lots of candy because I teetee in the potty."

Of course she also may have been smiling because my mom was standing in the background waving a big, huge spanking spoon in the air like an idiot.

All that to say, my mom loves this picture.

She always looks at it and cries.

She says it makes her grateful to God for His goodness to us.
Especially to her.

Whenever she says that she seems to look at me for a long time; then she smiles and then she hugs me. I love it when she does that.

She says we are going to have a very Merry Christmas...
and she hopes you all do as well.

So do I.

And I'm not just saying that because she is

waving a big, huge spanking spoon in the air like an idiot.

Merry Christmas everyone.

Love,

Rocco