Well, ol' Santa is going to have his work cut out for him this year going through the Christmas letters.
Gone are the regular demands for a radio-control car or a skateboard.
Not in this day and age, if my house is anything to go by Santa better get his Christmas credit card ready for a few Robux, premium streaming services for everyone, and a replacement Chromebook for the one where the charging port just mysteriously fell out of the computer. (I had no idea that computers in quiet kids' rooms that were working perfectly just shed charging ports like a snake sheds skin!)
I've also got the small dilemma of the fact that at bedtime, I've become the voice of one large teddy bear for a seven-year-old.
What started as a one-off game has now become a nightly chat and, furthermore, a request for a teddy bear that can speak even when Dad isn't lending a helping hand.