(Never-ending) bowl full of jelly

Dear Santa,

I know it's a bit early, but I have a tall order to fill.

Could I please have my own refrigerator? Not a play one. A real one -- stocked with cottage cheese and milk and pudding and yogurt and treats. I really, really like Capri Suns. I don't understand why Mom makes a special effort to gift wrap them for the other kids when they go to school.

I'm pretty good at getting myself stuff out of the fridge in the kitchen, but Mom always seems to get mad when I do. If she's in the room, she makes me ask her for stuff. Nicely.

She says, "Samuel, say this: 'Mommy, may I have more milk, please?'"

I say, "YEAH!" So glad she understands what I want.

Yet she's always busy. A man can only take so many "just a minute"s, you know. And then when she does turn around from whatever it is she's doing, she sometimes goes for the camera first. Hey! I want more cottage cheese -- not a cheesy shot!

I think I would be much better with my own stash. Mom can be soo territorial.

While you're at it, could you bring Kyle a vending machine? I heard Mom tell him he treats the food storage room like one. But I think they have better treats. Plus, a vending machine in his room would make going in there while he's at school even more enticing.

Thank you,

Samuel, age 2