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Let me set the scene. It's the day after Christmas. Our muscles ache from the amount of sheer physical strength it took to even OPEN all of the gifts that Anna got, let alone load them into the car to come home (in fact, not all of them would fit in one trip). They cover every surface in the house....and she wakes me up with this, this morning:

Mommy, can we go to Toys R Us today to pick out a surprise because I was SUCH a trooper during Christmas yesterday?

I laughed at her. Hard. She did not seem to share the joke.