I was driving along with Son #1 yesterday as he shared with me the million and one things he wants for his birthday -- all in rapid fire. I tried to rein him in re: the overall cost.
Me: You might want to prioritize those gifts that are really important to you. You can't get everything. This is your birthday after all (not Christmas).
Son #1: Yeah, and we might not get as much for Christmas anymore now that we know there's no Santa, right?
Me: That's true. Now we just have to buy presents from me and daddy and not any from Santa anymore. Pretty sad, huh.
Son #1: Wait, YOU knew about Santa, too?!
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Monday, March 14, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Watching the Detectives
Last night Son #1 needed snuggles to fall asleep. He was all jacked up about playing his saxamaphone three times today in a series of school concerts. "Mama, it's as exciting as Christmas Eve."
Well, thank God he has that going for him now that the cover was blown on Santa earlier this month. The kids figured it out after discovering Santa's wrapping paper in my closet. Neither was too upset although Son #1 was like the penultimate sleuth. "That verifies Tommy's suspicions, as well."
Son #2 was very offhanded in his approach. "Yeah, I figured as much." A clear lack of concern there. However, a day or two ago, he offered up the following incongruous statement, "I'm beginning to think that the Easter bunny may not exist either."
Go figure.
Well, thank God he has that going for him now that the cover was blown on Santa earlier this month. The kids figured it out after discovering Santa's wrapping paper in my closet. Neither was too upset although Son #1 was like the penultimate sleuth. "That verifies Tommy's suspicions, as well."
Son #2 was very offhanded in his approach. "Yeah, I figured as much." A clear lack of concern there. However, a day or two ago, he offered up the following incongruous statement, "I'm beginning to think that the Easter bunny may not exist either."
Go figure.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Photo Per Day #28: The Latest Cat Toy
When out in the living room there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter,
Oh right, two cats fighting over something . . .
Who knew an old Santa hat could be so much fun?
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter,
Oh right, two cats fighting over something . . .
Who knew an old Santa hat could be so much fun?
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Whole Lotta Love
Last night, as I was tucking Son #1 into bed, he said to me, "Every day during school, I dream about playing hooky. There's even a big, red sign over the door leading to the playground that says, 'exit' and I'm like 'come on!' -- it's actually encouraging me to want to run out the door. Why would they do that?"
I told him that he and I could play hooky together some day. He would, after all, need someone to write his excuse the next day. He countered by telling me that he was thinking of creating a cyborg that could mimic daddy's handwriting . . . just like Santa does.
"Dad's probably gonna come clean with us about the Santa thing in about 30 years when he feels it won't be so disappointing. I know he doesn't want to let us down yet."
It breaks my heart that the Santa days are coming to a close. (Not to mention that it ticks me off that the hubby gets all the credit for everything!)
As I kissed Son #1 goodnight, I said, "I love you from the depths of my soul and the bottom of my heart." He responded, "I love you from the top and bottom of my heart and the right and left sides. And the bottom right, top left, top right and bottom left. I love you from all the cardinal directions of my heart."
That's a lot of love.
I told him that he and I could play hooky together some day. He would, after all, need someone to write his excuse the next day. He countered by telling me that he was thinking of creating a cyborg that could mimic daddy's handwriting . . . just like Santa does.
"Dad's probably gonna come clean with us about the Santa thing in about 30 years when he feels it won't be so disappointing. I know he doesn't want to let us down yet."
It breaks my heart that the Santa days are coming to a close. (Not to mention that it ticks me off that the hubby gets all the credit for everything!)
As I kissed Son #1 goodnight, I said, "I love you from the depths of my soul and the bottom of my heart." He responded, "I love you from the top and bottom of my heart and the right and left sides. And the bottom right, top left, top right and bottom left. I love you from all the cardinal directions of my heart."
That's a lot of love.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Lies Lies Lies Yeah-Ah
This is the time of the year when Santa visits . . .
Two years ago: "Why is Santa's wrapping paper the same as ours?"
Last year: "I thought the elves made all of these toys. Why are these the same toys we see in the store?"
The other day: "Do you remember last year when Santa's note looked just like daddy's writing?"
But, yet, they continue to believe. Perhaps it's because they want to believe in the magic (who doesn't?) but maybe it's because my responses are completely filled with utter, and sometimes elaborate, nonsense.
Last year, I launched into an entire explanation of outsourcing. "Santa has a huge production facility that makes every kind of toy known to mankind and handles the peak demand at Christmas time. But he only delivers toys directly to our homes once a year. The rest of the year, he sells toys to Toys R Us to make money, keep his factory going and feed/house the elves. Just think, even when you get a toy for your birthday, it may have been made by elves."
The downfall to all of this is that the kids assume they're getting whatever is written on their lists.
The little guy didn't ask for a Wii for his birthday because he didn't want us spending a lot of money on it given that Santa could bring it for free the next month. Bless his little heart. Make that: Bless his little broken heart on Christmas morning!
Two years ago: "Why is Santa's wrapping paper the same as ours?"
Last year: "I thought the elves made all of these toys. Why are these the same toys we see in the store?"
The other day: "Do you remember last year when Santa's note looked just like daddy's writing?"
But, yet, they continue to believe. Perhaps it's because they want to believe in the magic (who doesn't?) but maybe it's because my responses are completely filled with utter, and sometimes elaborate, nonsense.
Last year, I launched into an entire explanation of outsourcing. "Santa has a huge production facility that makes every kind of toy known to mankind and handles the peak demand at Christmas time. But he only delivers toys directly to our homes once a year. The rest of the year, he sells toys to Toys R Us to make money, keep his factory going and feed/house the elves. Just think, even when you get a toy for your birthday, it may have been made by elves."
The downfall to all of this is that the kids assume they're getting whatever is written on their lists.
The little guy didn't ask for a Wii for his birthday because he didn't want us spending a lot of money on it given that Santa could bring it for free the next month. Bless his little heart. Make that: Bless his little broken heart on Christmas morning!
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