So just today I started using the whole "Santa's watching" conversations with Brynn. I wanted to test my theory to see if this year, I could use it when no other method would work. So, I started just telling her my story in the car on the way home from school after I picked them up early this afternoon. She was in a good mood, so I thought I'd test the waters. I told her that I had talked to Santa earlier that day and he had told me that he only brings presents to kids who listen to their moms and dads and to kids who behave. She was very interested to know I had chatted with the man in red. She said, "Oh mom. Okay. I'm a good girl. I listen. I want presents from Santa! I'll sit on his lap next year. I'll stand by him this year when I'm 3." The Santa thing had to be brought up again near supper time when she was whining about her dad telling her no and I said to her..."Brynn, Santa wouldn't like you crying...he is looking for little girls who listen when their dad tells them something." and then..tears were instantly gone. It worked like magic! Score! During supper, she was talking our ears off, and we were talking about all sorts of stuff. Randomly, the conversation turned into this:
ME: Brynn, I just saw Santa look in the window to check on you.
Brynn: Looking terrified like she's about to wet her pants...panicking ensues...
Me: Oh, honey don't be scared. He's not going to come in our house.
Brynn: He's not coming in our house, right mom?
Me: No, honey, he just peeks in windows of all houses to make sure kids are behaving and being nice. Don't worry...he left.
Brynn: Oh okay. Did he go back to the mall?
Me: Um (thinking the North Pole thing should be my answer..): Yes, honey he did.
Brynn: Oh to see all the other kids?
Me; Yes.
Brynn: He just looks in the window fast and then leaves?
Me: Yes, honey.
4 comments:
LOL! I can just hear Brynn trying to explain this to her friends at school tomorrow!! ;)
hahaha! Poor kid but whatever works!
I was laughing so hard, I was practically crying. Poor B and her fear of Santa.
Hehe! We pick up the phone and dial my mother quite often and pretend she's Santa to tell him how the boys are misbehaving. She hates it! She's always saying, "Oh, don't do this to me! I don't want to be the bad guy!" Cracks me up!
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