Over the last two weeks we've had a developing story in our house. Maddie is a firm believer in Santa Claus. Not that there is anything wrong with that. I love her enthusiasm.
Here's the first part of the story. The kids and I were at Wal Mart, or as I like to call it during the Holidays - The Tenth Circle of Hell; Maddie was being a teensy bit of a pain, which is nothing new for a trip to Hell, but annoying nonetheless. Dylan rigged his phone up to look and sound like a text message came from Santa (that boy is so clever, I would never have thought of that) and it said to remind his sister to behave in the store and have a Merry Christmas. With her stanch Santa beliefs, I thought for sure we were going to have a tiny little angel on our hands. She burst into tears and cried and cried and cried. She was "scared." Holy Backfire Batman.
So Dylan, being the nice big brother that he is, started a little "text message conversation" with Santa, who proceeded to thank Maddie for being good and asking what she wanted for Christmas. She wanted to ask Santa to fill her mom and dad's stockings because she knows that he doesn't anymore. He told her he was too busy, but that she could do it for him.
A few hours later we were having pizza at Central Market and who should walk by.....SANTA. Her eyes were as big as saucers. She thought for sure he was following us.
The next day she told me I needed to take her to the store so she could buy stuff to put in our stockings. I said no. She cried again because Santa told her to do it and I won't let her. Sigh. Curse you Dylan.
Fast forward to last night. The kids went with Grandma and Grandpa to the Mall. Dylan has put his foot down about sitting on Santa's lap and Maddie, who does anything Dylan does, refuses as well. Santa was at the mall and at the last second, she insisted on sitting on his lap. No pictures. Just a chat. Grandpa said she sat there and chatted with him for about 5 minutes. I asked her what she talked about and she said she was testing him to see if he was the real one or if he talked to the real one. When I asked her how she did that she said "I was asking him things we asked Santa on the text and he was not answering the same, so he was totally fake."
Fast forward to this morning. She was sitting very thoughtful-like when she suddenly says "Mom, do you think Dylan is lying about texting Santa?"
Not wanting to be a snitch or a liar I said "What do you think?"
She said "of course he isn't lying, Dylan never lies."
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