20 Christmases ago. . .

1987. She was four and he was one.
She would get this look in her eye and say, "C’mon, Adam. Let’s. . . (insert silly and crazy suggestion here)" and he would willingly follow her lead.
She could talk him into doing just about anything.

Now she’s twenty-four and he’s twenty-one.
And I don’t think she has quite as much influence over him . . .

But I could be wrong.  😉

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