Just as Jack was thrilled by his flying plane, Ernest was wide-eyed with surprise. Of course, he knew that his wife was a witch, but magic still never ceased to amaze him.
"Wow, isn't that swell?" he asked of his son, who was clapping with delight at his improved toy. He spun him once more, and then let him land on the ground before he ended up spewing all over him.
"Woah-" Jack giggled, as he struggled to walk in a straight line now, having been made so dizzy by his father's spinning.
"Hmm- see. Last Christmas, or thereabouts. Hasn't he grown so?" he told her, handing over the photograph he'd received himself. "And have you found anything for yourself?" he asked.
"I'll find it, I'll find it! Wait- how does you spell- R--?" Jack called out, poking through the presents once more.