An abbreviated list of the items I deem valuable to my up-and-coming maturity

Besides the obvious desire to be of age and partake in all things adult (iPod, malt liquor, etc.), in the spirit of helping those loaded with doubt on what to purchase a young lady in waiting, I offer the following to ease your mind:

1. Lego Harry Potter - the bigger and more complex, the better
2. Architectural Drawing set
3. Markers, pencils, pens, highlighters, and anything else which one can tag a piece of paper found lying around
4. A secret Diary
5. Books, especially period piece fantasy, as long as Mom reviews ahead of time
6. My own room would be nice;)
7. A couple extra blankets and pillows for my bed
8. A Skype account to talk to Alexa

Short and Sweet Christmast List (like me)

To be purchased and delivered with receipts, in case there is some error in you understanding what I desire or in case I change my mind:

1. Video-camera-sticking-out-of-my-back-Barbie, retail $52.99

Thank you in advance.

I wahn...

Let me make it clear from the getgo what I wahn for Christmas: a bit less estrogen and a bit more testosterone in the house. I'm sayin...

I wahn:

1. A boy-dahl ("No, Garrett, it's an action figyour"), like Spiderman or Ironman
2. Mr-the-King car
3. Alex to move in an be my brother

4. Toy Story Legos

The easy to understand guide to what I want for Chrismas

There has been a consistent concern from others the past few weeks, and it seems prudent to lay this information out there in a quick to understand, easy to act on manner.

What I want for Christmas:

1. Jessie Doll


2. to be a BIG kid


3. Louise's toys


4. a proper Coronation ceremony


5. and finally, a Jessie Doll

Did I mention that I haven't found anything under the tree that looks like a Jessie doll?!?! I'm saying...

I'll stand on the stairs...

"DADDY, DADDY", they both exclaim as they hurry around the upstairs corner into my room.

"There's a sound, a 'Grrr..., Gruhhhh', in the kitchen," Eliza announces.

"It's just the refrigerator", I dismiss.

"NO, it's coming from the PANTRY!" she insists, this time encouraging the requisite buy-in from her counterpart.
"Yeah."

"Oh," I reply, "I'm sure its a giant pickle," relying on theme humor to remove the intensity from their a-feared eyes.

"OK," she announces, "Garrett, let's go downstairs to see what it is. I'll stand on the stairs while you go see."