I woke up to the sound of wrapping paper being played with, figured it was the cat scratching at a roll or at presents, and went back to sleep.. not even 5 minutes later Sylas runs into my room, jumps on me and starts screaming "POOH! POOH! POOH!" with his new Pooh Bear in his hands singing and talking to me. I asked him if that was the only present he opened, he said yes, and I told him we had to go put it back under the tree and he could play with it when he woke up... go out to the living room and EVERY. SINGLE. PRESENT was open. OMFG.... salvaged the wrapping paper that I could, but a lot of our presents went from being wrapped nicely to either looking mangy or having patches of different wrapping paper on it because I didn't have much extra wrapping paper. UGH!
So not funny at the time (I imagine) but that will be a good one to tell at family dinners when he's older!