While I am definitely not an animal person, penguins make me happy. They seem like they might have a good sense of humor. No animal that walks like a penguin can take itself too seriously. So when Jack asked what I wanted for Christmas, I answered honestly:
I'd like a pet penguin.
My son delivered:
Concerned that my new penguin friend might be lonely living amongst humans, Jack also provided some friendly companions:
I was thrilled and made a big deal of the gift.
But when my youngest son Joey saw my reaction, he quickly disappeared into "his office" with a bottle of Elmer's Glue and a determined gait.
He reappeared hours later and presented me with this:
I assumed it was merely another cherished penguin buddy.
But I was corrected.
"No, mommy. It's not a penguin. I made YOU."
Considering that I have a bit of a waddle, I'm choosing to take this as a compliment.
My only other option would be to put down these awesome Christmas cookies and re-think my growing penguin belly.