Masi: Mom, when Santa gets old will he die?
Me: No. Santa is magic. He will never die.
Masi: *sigh of relief* Oh! I am sooo glad. *thinking* We are so lucky he hasn't fallen off a roof and died.
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Late one night I was in the office working. Tyke comes in with droopy lil' eyes. It was, after all, past his bedtime :o/.
Tyke: Mom, are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Me: *looking over at him trying not to laugh cuz where in the heck did he come up with that, right?* What are you thinking?
Tyke: I'm thinking I'm real tired.
Oh! He kills me! HA!
Brielle’s 9th Birthday
7 years ago
