Is it really Christmas? Can it be? It's 70 something degrees outside...I can actually see the grass growing and flowers blooming...they think it's spring. Thing is, I don't really know what's happening beyond my own front yard because I HAVEN'T LEFT THE HOUSE IN WEEKS. Hopefully our Infirmary is closing up shop this week. Looks like everyone is on the mend. Just in time for Christmas. Hope Santa wears shorts.
Speaking of Santa. I've tried to use Santa - or the threat of him not coming - as behavior modification for weeks now. Last night I told William if he didn't clean his plate and eat his veggies Santa wasn't going to come. He looked at me, shrugged his shoulders and said "I don't like Santa and I don't want to go to Christmas." Hmmm. So then I said "Well just hold your nose and eat this one bite of squash - you won't even taste it if you hold your nose. When I was a little kid I used to hold my nose to drink my milk because I didn't like milk. Did you know that I used to be a little kid?" He again shrugged and said "Uh huh. And I used to be a Mama."
Smarty pants. Wonder where he gets that from?
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