Wynonna told me in no uncertain terms that if I expected her to get all dressed up for Christmas,
she expected me to take her to the mall to see Santa.
I reminded her that I don't do malls, so she agreed to tell her Christmas wishes to the Sock Monkey instead.
Wynonna: Are you sure this guy knows what he's doing?
I don't want to waste my time if he isn't going to deliver my presents.
Sock Monkey: Have you been naughty or nice?
Wynonna: What a stupid question. Of course I've been nice!
Sock Monkey: Alrighty then. Tell me what you'd like for Christmas.
I wasn't privy to the rest of the conversation but I think I overheard mention of
more straw, bedtime snacks, and a tummy tuck.
Wynonna: You're a really good listener. You might consider a second career as a therapist.
When the session was over, Wynonna thanked Sock Monkey with a great big kiss...
...and I thanked her with a cookie for being such a good girl.