Christmas Morning

Me: "Don't open the door to the playroom until Grandma and Yeye get here ok?"
MM: "Ok..."
He stood there staring at the closed door, his eyes wide with curiosity. The playroom door is NEVER closed. I can see him struggling. Should he listen to me or will his curiosity get the better of him? With his bulldozers, one in each hand, he slowly leans toward the door and gently pushes it open. I expect him to run in and attack the mini tree and presents but he doesn't. Instead, he stands there in absolute awe.
MM: "Woah...WOW!"
I am caught off guard by his innocence, the sincerity in his voice melts my heart.
...Merry Christmas baby