On the fourth day of Christmas we decided to scare Cohen to death. We locked him in a room at the ward party with Santa, where "big Elmo" was, "scawee" and tried to get Cohen to sit on his lap. More tears this year then when Halle was two. Halle of course was thrilled to sit on Santa's lap. Still not sure what she asked for Christmas cause I was too busy reassuring Cohen that Santa was nice.