Quinton's Tortured Christmas

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My life is complete. There is nothing that can top this moment.

"You two are so cute!" Mom giggles, trying to take a picture but not seeming to get the right one she wants for obvious reasons.

Quinton isn't smiling and I'm too busy crying from laughing so hard after seeing the very not Quinton like outfit she has put him in. Quinton is standing at my side with a scowl far more disgusted than any I've seen before for very good reason.

He's in the brightest red sweater I've ever seen with a giant green "Q" written on it that matches my own though it obviously as an "A". My mom knitted it for us so of course he had to agree to wear it but the bright colors just aren't him nor is the reindeer headband. Now that is what made me break out in hysterical laughter.

You have not lived until you've seen Quinton with reindeer horns.

"Aron, stop laughing, you're embarrassing him!"

Sorry, I'm too busy falling on the ground crying.

"Quinton, come on, smile!" Mom pleads.

Quinton is definitely not smiling but I am!

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Embarrassing Quinton for Christmas is Aron's favorite Christmas present :)

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