Bosco decided to come for a Christmas visit to his Aunt Tubby's house, and he came in, gave Stewey's little box a kiss, and plopped himself in my lap to tell me all his secrets and to hear all of mine.
We've always had a very special bond, Bosco and I. He is a perfectly lovely little fellow, and we seem to connect on a level that is both juvenile and ornery. I encourage him to do naughty things to his mommie (my sister), and he (quite innocently) vows to always be a good boy.
So today we will sit in the Happy Chair together and eat some ham and watch Clark Griswold, and then he might spend the night before heading home with his mommie.
Best. Present. Ever.