'Who is the KUS guy? and why is he here? Not just here, but here again?' I ask myself. This is of course being yelled through the closed bathroom door as I try to get a little privacy. Now it's not just my kids interrupting me but the KUS guy, whoever he is.
"Who's here?" I ask Kenzie who is the one doing the yelling.
"The KUS guy. You know the package guy."
"Oh you mean the UPS guy." I reply finally getting it.
The UPS guy is of course peeling out of the end of the driveway by the time I reach the door. Becca runs to see who the packages are for and is very disappointed that they are all addressed to me. "Why don't we get anything?"she demands pouting.
"You'll get your gifts on Christmas." I reassure her.
"But I want it Now!" I cringe. She sounds exactly like Veruca Salt in Willy Wonka. You know the spoiled brat.
Time for a little lesson in the joy of giving and not just recieving I think. Wish me luck.
2 comments:
Funny. I sent a package to Dom with his x-mas present in it via USPS. Also, Mom should have sent you a package containing yours, Becca and Kenzie's gifts.
Cyndi..I love that the kids get excited about the KUS guy!! They probably automatically assumed presents are from Colorado or Ohio!! Yeah...I wish I had family abroad when I was little just to get mail!!!
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