Sunday, December 28, 2008

The Awful Truth

Hope everyone had a great Christmas! We are FINALLY coming out of our holiday fog. Tigercub was terribly sick for DAYS, running fever until Friday, but is finally back to his old self just in time for his birthday! Poor fellow is still popping up with hives every now and again but is feeling much better.

Unfortunately for me, the housecleaning fairy did not come...however, I feel the need to search the branches of the tree just one more time, in case I missed her, before boxing it up till next year!

Dancer is anxiously awaiting me to come and watch the Kit movie with her, so I must be brief, but I thought I would leave you with a little holiday story.

About two weeks before Christmas, when most all of the shopping had been done, Football boy suddenly decided to add something to his wish list. And this something...was an Itouch. Just a little something that would set us back another two hundred dollars or so. We were quick to inform him that he was a little late for a request like that and it wasn't gonna happen. He was quick to inform us that we didn't have to get it. He would just change his list for Santa.

We keep waiting for the whole Santa thing to come to light for F.B. and have frequently wondered if he is just playing along because he is afraid of what might (or might not) happen if he admits the truth.

Anyway, we wanted to let him know this was not even an option for the guy in red, so Tigerfan began an elaborate story. The effect was that every time a baby is born, when the hospital gives the parents all the parenting advice, books, forms, etc. they also give parents the secret number to Santa. Anytime that we need to report bad behavior or discuss gifts, we can just call him up! He then went on to tell them that we kept the number in a secret safe and that every time we wanted to access it, we just had to hold our hands up in the air and, with true Disney type magic, snowflakes and sparkles would appear from nowhere and we could just grab the key. When we were through, the key would disappear in the same way.

The younger kids were listening in amazement, and Baseball Boy made a comment of awe when F.B. rolled his eyes and in his grown up, knowing way informed him that Daddy was just kidding...about the key!

2 comments:

CJ, the Purple Diva said...

Wow, sounds like a smart dad...and a smart kid! LOL LOL LOL
Too funny!
glad baby is feeling much better. that has to be a relief. Don't ya hate it now that all the excitement is over for another year? I do. Makes me want to just leave up the Christmas decorations.

Aimee said...

That was some quick thinking, Dad! :)

In our house, we tell the kids they are allowed to ask Santa for one thing, and it has to be apporved by both Santa and Mom in our annual strategizing phone call.

If Mom thinks the gift is not appropriate or if Santa is "out of stock," we tell the child and they get to change their request.

And then we give them a cut off date for requests so that Santa has time to procure the gift! :)

Glad you had a great holiday - and that the baby is feeling better.

Happy New Year to you and yours :)