Many things lost their life this last weekend in my house.
First, was the belief in Santa.
We were driving to Round Table pizza on Saturday to pick up lunch and right as daddy parks the car the monkey makes the statement “I don’t believe in Santa anymore.” Daddy of course, jumps out of the car faster than I have ever seen any human move which leaves me left alone to handle this situation.
Without looking up from my very exciting game of iPhone Scrabble I ask “Why not?”
Monkey: “Because he’s not real.”
Me: “Why do you think he is not real?”
Monkey: “Because Santa’s handwriting is the same as yours.”
Me: “So Santa also has the best handwriting in the whole entire world?” (Anyone who has ever seen my handwriting is probably laughing so hard they are about to pee their pants at this because my handwriting is really terrible).
Monkey: “The writing was the same, and I found the list I made for Santa in your desk in the office.” (That was a total #MOMFAIL by me – I put the list in the top drawer not hidden by anything after telling her I mailed it to the North Pole).
Me: “No honey, Santa just gave me back the list after he was done with it so I could get you what you wanted.”
Monkey: “I don’t believe you and I don’t believe in Santa anymore.”
Me: Well, I didn’t respond. I just went back to playing Scrabble.
Daddy and I have not revisited this conversation yet with the monkey because truthfully we have no idea what to say. Do we admit that Santa is not real and totally kill her childhood beliefs in those magical creatures which also include the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy? Any advice would be great here people, really, I don’t know what to do.
Sunday morning after a weekend full of reading and talking about donuts with various people I took the monkey to the newest donut shop recommended to me by Yuliya at She Suggests. I have to report that at a couple donuts lost their life after this trip and my jeans are now slightly tighter (thank you to everyone who participated in The Red Dress Club).
The rest of the day Sunday I was attacked by a 10 page research paper on retirement benefits and a huge pile of laundry. I am very happy to report that I won the battle against each one but it was a close call and I almost didn’t make it out alive.
How was your weekend?