Okay, not for making out. But I feel very sexy when I’m able to apply makeup, when my makeup is organized and duplicated between cars, so I’m never all, “Shit, it’s in the other car!” These are my some of my favorites. I filmed myself for close to twenty minutes, mind you. But, no, this video is NOT 20 minutes. Also, Phil gets an extras credit.

It looked as if we’d spent the day at home practicing. “No, again! Now, once more, what will you tell Santa when he asks you what you’d like for Christmas?” Because no kid, unless he’s a film character named Travis or Tiny Tim, sits in deep contemplation before answering Saint Nicholas’s time-honored question, especially to answer the way our Kind Sir did last night.

Lucas did not ask Santa for a Dinosaur. Not a pony. This wasn’t anything we’d ever talked about, not directly. There was neither prompting nor practice. Sir Luke sat on Santa’s knee and told him in lieu of any gifts, here’s what he’d really like:

How is there no “Mr. America” Pageant? This kid has “world peace” but the short ‘n’ curlies.

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