The PB

I think that I should preface this with the following message:  I love my child, but am a very immature person!  In the past two years, since the first news of "the baby" settled in, we've all grown up nicely, but every now and then something from our goofy, immature past finds its way into our grown-up lives.  This is a perfect example:

Andy Haning, Andy, and I used to fight to be the "Present Bitch," and pass out gifts at Christmas time.  The "PB" is pretty similar to Santa, but naughtier.  I didn't even think about it when Carter was playing with the Santa hat.  She was adorable, so I put her in the chair, plopped the hat on her and hurried to take a picture before she ripped it off.  This is what I got!  Totally "mature" parents!