Settling down with Emma at night, she tells me all the things on her mind, nursing in fits and starts.
“Santa says HO HO HO!”
“Santa come to my house Mommy.” And what does he do? “He come to my house and take all my stuff.”
He does? “Yes! And he give me juice!”
Maybe it was not the best idea to watch How the Grinch Stole Christmas over and over again. Ooops. We got some ‘splainin’ to do.
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