It’s a week before Christmas, and due to a gift-crisis, the SuperHusband and I are short a present for Mr. Boy.  And stumped.  So I ask our six-year-old son what sort of gifts he might like, you know, just in case someone should ask me.   He thinks about it for a moment.  Thinks a little more.  Then replies in all seriousness, "A chainsaw."

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