The week before Christmas is the best time to torture your kids. How you ask...oh you probably already know...don't you do it too? Put beautifully wrapped boxes under your merrily, twinkling tree and then tell them...Don't touch. This is fun! So the mischievous cherubs poke, prod, shake, rattle, stroke, guess until they are shimmying around in frustration. Ooohh it's a parent's smorgasbord of delight. I can't imagine another situation where you can legally torture your children and they make it a national holiday. Then we get to blame all our gleeful manipulation on a fictitious fat man...where do they think these things up?
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