Thursday, March 26, 2009


Setting: My house last night. I was trying to pack clothes for our trip to see Kevin. Kady was running around in her fuschia sweatpants, too-big red t-shirt, and black cowboy boots. She had pulled a receiving blanket over her head (think "Mary" in every nativity play you've ever seen).

Me: Kady, whatcha doin'?
Kady: Playin'. (We're big on accents here--have you noticed?)
Me: What are you playing?
Kady: I'm ahdlfjaslkdjflks.
Me: You're who?
Kady: I'm Santa Claus.

There you have it. Most kids want Santa to come to them. Kady has chosen to be an overweight, hairy, elderly gentleman. Should I be worried?


Jenn said...

At least she will have rosy cheeks and a twinkle in her eye, right?

Berji's domain said...

is her love language giving gifts?:)

Upstatemomof3 said...

Oh my goodness that is too funny!! :)

Debbie said...

Gosh no. She wants to make everyone's dreams come true. Sounds good to me.