Sunday, January 6, 2013

Sure kid, ask Santa.

Big has now decided that since Santa came through with a pirate ship, a submarine AND a Lightning McQueen car, he is the man to ask for basically anything. For example, Big sees a commercial for a skateboard/bike, meant for preteens... Based on his logic of "I wooon't one!" that's reason enough for me to change out of my fancy Sunday PJ's and hit the stores. I'm thinking no.

I tell Big that he is not getting any more toys for a while and being the smart kid that he is, what was his reply, you ask?? "FINE!! I'll just ask Santa at the North Pole!!" Yep, that'll teach me to tell him no. He will go over my head and ask the real deal, the man who gets you exactly what you want, Santa Claus.

Pretty good logic for a 3-year-old, right? The only problem is that I think he may start a rebellion if I continue to refuse to take him to see Santa every.time.we.get.in.the.car. Seriously, how long will it take him to ditch the idea of Santa=(hero-moneybags-best gift giver evah!) and go back to "Mommy, I NEED that incredibly expensive and sharp throwing star!", followed by "um, not gonna happen, kiddo", which leads to a comic gold tantrum with fake tears and Maniac style dance moves?? I'm hoping not long because those fits are epic and his threats of Santa are now getting on MY nerves.

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