The other day, I needed to get ready for a girls night out. Jay was at work and I had both kids. I rarely attempt to shower and get ready with the two of them toddling around the house but had no choice that day. This is what I came out of the shower to see in our closet. They each got time outs - completely unfazed. Then I told them that I was going to tell daddy when he got home and he would be very disappointed - still unfazed. I then went downstairs and got the camera. I took a picture of the mess.
Luke said. "mommy, what are you doing?"
In a moment of pure genius, I said "I need a picture to send with the email I'm writing Santa."
Then things got serious.
Luke started pacing the room, "Why are you sending it to Santa"
I calmly explained that Santa needed to know what was going on, the GOOD and the BAD. He needs to know how many toys to make and bring you for Christmas.
This did not go over well. Luke starting talking fast. First he tried the 'I'll throw my sister under the bus' tactic by saying "but Paigey did most of it"
When that didn't work, he said "but I can clean it up mommy, you don't have to tell Santa"
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