Josie's laying in bed on the eve of her third birthday.
Norm goes into to check on her as she is screaming at the top of her lungs.
"What, Josie?"
"Are my presents on the table downstairs?"
"We'll see. Go to bed." He said as he muffled a laugh. Of course her presents were there - all ready for the morning party. We just never expected her to have it all figured out already.
Maybe next year she can plan her own morning party!
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