Went to the mall yesterday with Vail. I think that Santa Claus must be the absolute scariest being in a 3-year-old's imagination. I thought Vail was going to pee in her pants when we walked by Santa yesterday. She wanted to see him, but "from very far away, Mommy." And then she asked if he was going to stay for a while when he dropped off the presents. And she asked that he use the door rather than the chimney.
I think she's thinking if Santa can come down the chimney, any rif-raf can come down the chimney.
I told her I slept very well last night. "No monsters came in your room, Momma." "No, sweetie, monsters are only in storybooks and movies." Silence. "Oh." But Santa Claus is real and he's just coming down the chimney. I bet if that huge man can come down the chimney, monsters can.
oh, great.
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