‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house…
Tonight, the Tank told Papa (my dad) that he loved him “eighty ninety.” He told Nana he loved her “ten-ny.” I asked how much he loved me. He looked me up and down and said…
“One.”
One? ONE?!?! I made a sad face. He sighed, rolled his eyes, and said, “Ok…five.”
Merry freaking Christmas, y’all. 
