Note to self - Jimmy Robinson (bad)
I have limits. People think I'm jolly all the time, and I do hate to disappoint them ... but even Santa needs a break. I mean, after a hard night - delivering all those presents, what a man doesn't need is some snotty nosed little brat playing silly buggers with his present sack.
I gave Jimmy his toy - (a copy of 'Grand Theft Auto') - and left it under the tree like I usually do. But no. Jimmy decided that he'd changed his mind, and he no longer wanted 'Grand Theft Auto'. After informing me that he was no longer 'a baby', Jimmy proceeded to rifle through my sack with childish abandon. Melissa Cuthbert's doll is no longer in one piece, and I do believe that if the wheel of Tom Kleisner's truck removes itself one more time - I will be forced to ...