Eariler today #2 decided we shouldn't have a fire in the fireplace because Santa would get hurt if he came down a hot chimney. Mr. Right convinced him that his "prep and landing" team would handle it and make sure everything was a-ok for the big man.
Tonight, after tracking Santa on the NORAD Santa tracker and saying, "he's in South America and on his way to Washington," #2 freaked out and melted into a frozen puddle on the floor crying.
#2: "Santa won't come to our house if we are still awake. And I'm still awake!"
His brother handled the situation slightly differently.
#1: "if Santa comes while we are brushing our teeth, tell him we're asleep."
And ...
#3: (in 11 week old speak) "Is someone going to give me some dinner? For the love ..."
1 comment:
I like #1's way of dealing with the situation...sounds like something I would say. :-)
BTW, love reading your blog..just don't comment often!
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