"Ooooooooooh, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhh-ohhhhhhhhh."
The Boy's version was even better: "Ah, Ah, O-oh!"
The husband draped our own Christmas lights in the ferns and bushes and wrapped them around our palm trees. They're pretty, though a little janky with the lights stretching between the palms like an arch. The Boy liked this part best.
"We go in them!" he said, running under the arch and around and around the tree. He liked it even better when Daddyman took him through the arch and he almost could touch the lights.
"Are you excited to help us pick out a Christmas tree, Boy? We can have lights inside then. Are you going to help us pick out a Christmas tree?" the husband asked.
"And you know who's coming to visit for Christmas? Who's coming in time for Christmas?"
The Boy thought, then very quietly said, "Lad."
I was thinking Santa Claus. The husband meant Grammy and Pawpaw. But The Lad is more than welcome.
In preparation for The Lad's arrival, whenever it happens, I finished all my Christmas shopping early and even managed to get The Boy's birthday gift bought. I wrapped everything this afternoon and, since I had to wash The Boy's Christmas Eve jammies -- pirates! Argh!, I went ahead and washed The Lad's coming-home outfit and blanky. We're ready when he is.