Just totally grossed out a room full of college students with my sweet pinkeye. In my defense, I have been on antibiotics since Tuesday, so I am pretty sure I am not contagious, and I carried their exams to the room with gloves on and then set up a little exam and blue book buffet in front of the room so they could help themselves. But still. Pinkeye is gross.
Since I had a little free time yesterday while the kids were in school, I made Santa videos for both of them through Portable North Pole (http://www.portablenorthpole.tv/home).
Effing creepy, people.
You can give Santa your child's name, age, hair and eye color, year in school, and toy s/he most wants for the holiday. Then Santa talks right to the kid and checks his list for his/her behavior status. CREEPY. After Santa names the child's most desired toy, he says "Have you been nice enough this year?" giving the child just enough time to titter nervously before he says, "Ho, ho, ho, we'll have to wait and see."
We watched Harry's video first, and Jack kept saying, "Weird. Weird. Too weird." We asked Jack if he wanted to watch his, and he said, "No. Too creepy."
(For the record, I am totally with him. I didn't grow up with Santa, and I think the whole thing is pretty damn weird. It's like the panopticon AND Big Brother with the constant observation and the doublespeak. Creep city. I always thought opening the door for Elijah during Seder was whacked-out and that the Tooth fairy was too intrusively freaky for $1-- Santa really takes the cake. Fatty.)
Harry LOVED it. Santa told him he had to be nice to his bother, and later that night, he shoved Jack with both hands, knocking him backwards into the toy box. Ben told Harry to go sit in time out, and Harry started to refuse. Then he stopped, put his hands on his hips, and said, "Okay, I'll go. But only because we just watched that message."