Last night— in his best Mission Impossible pose — Chippy was supposed to be hanging here in the morning. Mommy’s rigging didn’t hold too well tho and at breakfast D couldn’t find Chippy. Luckily, Daddy could see him behind the couch and rescued him, reconnaissance style.
This is how we recovered from the initial disappointment. When D got home from school he found Chippy repositioned (with Daddy’s superior engineering skills) and a letter. Chippy got to have coffee with Santa this morning and had a message for D from the big guy and THAT my friends, is why Chippy was late to breakfast!