Why not?

I am writing Christmas cards today. I am very late with Christmas cards this year, but I do have all my shopping done, so I figure as long as I get them in the mail by tomorrow morning, they will arrive in time for Christmas, and no one will be too put out.

Just now, I finished addressing the envelopes. My hand is crampy, and I am exhilarated with my accomplishment. Eric and I have an arrangement where he'll lick the envelopes after I'm all done writing the cards and addressing them. So I picked up my big stack of enveloped, addressed cards and went to look for Eric.

Carol: Eric!!

Eric: Yes?

Carol: Where are you?

Eric: I'm in here.

Carol: Where? In the washroom?

Eric: Yes.

Carol: Are you pooing?

Eric: Yes, don't come near here, it doesn't smell good!

Carol: Are you in the hall washroom?

Eric: YES, go away!! I can hear you coming closer!!

Carol: (covering nose) It's okay...here, while you're doing that, can you lick these envelopes?
(rounds the corner to see Eric half-squating on the toilet with what appears to be his hand up his bum)

Eric: NO!!!! GO AWAY!!! I will NOT do that here!!

Carol: Why? Because the cards will smell like your poo?

Eric: Yes!! And....OTHER REASONS!! Go away, I'm wiping my poo!!!

Carol: Oh. Okay.

He's also not happy that after months of NOT blogging, I've decided that I would blog this.

Happy holidays!