Mkay, pretty sure Evan didn't grasp the true meaning of Christmas. I was instructed this morning to write a letter to Santa complaining about his garbage truck that he recieved. Apparently the garbage "boy" is out of proportion to the truck, and instead of being able to sit and drive the truck, he has to lay down in the front seat because he is too big to sit. This wasn't a problem until today, when our garbage man waved to Evan when he drove by. Evan looked at me with a confused look on his face and said, "that garbage man isn't laying down, he's sitting up?" And that's where the letter came into play. Sheesh. So right now he has the Geotrax engineer taking the garbage truck "boys" place, while Santa takes this problem into consideration.
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