A while go, this conversation took place between my son and I:
"Mom? How can Santa bring us presents? We don't have a chimney."
Crap... that's what I get for buying a newer house. Without a damn chimney.
"Well honey, Santa has Christmas magic so he can still come in even when we don't have a chimney."
Whew!!! He believed me.
Fast forward to today...
Today, for the millionth time, Michael asked me, "Mom, are dragons magic?"
For the millionth time, I answered, "Honey, magic is not real," hoping to finally put an end to the question.
"But Santa's magic is real."
Fuck. ME!
That's what I get for lying to my kid about Santa.
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