A week or so ago I asked the question about whether or not I actually needed to get Zac a Christmas present. I rationalized that I had given him life and that had to be good for at least a year or so on the "gift" front. Besides, if he really got uppity about the whole "gift" thing, I could just start naming my stretch marks after events in his life.
"And this one was your first Christmas...look at how it connects so nicely to the Thanksgiving stretch mark and Valentines day. It is so special. I can't wait to see what your 1st birthday one is going to look like!"
I also joked that any gift that I gave Zac at this point in his life wouldn't nearly be as interesting as the paper it came in. I, perhaps, gave birth to a billy goat. If you try and take paper away from him, ANY PAPER, he will cry like you hit him. He is really indiscriminate when it comes to his love of paper: toilet paper, paper towels, cardboard, and now, wrapping paper.
Here is the proof.
Look how happy he looks, chewing on the paper.