|She wore this tiara, shorts, and snow boots combo all day.|
When I approached Twinkle Toes a few days later (she was 6 or 7), she took it well. "I already knew that." Maybe she takes after her momma. The next year we let Measle in on the act and I've been very careful since then to never mislead the kids. We don't rush to the mall to have their pictures made with Santa. I don't talk about what Santa will bring them. We don't write letters to the North Pole. When Prince (5) and I were at the mall the other day, he saw a man in a Santa costume and looked like he wanted to go over to him. Then he questioned, "You and dad buy my presents, right mom?" I reassured him that he wasn't missing out on anything. Then yesterday my parents treated us to the annual Santa's brunch at a local dinner club. (The buffet is to die for!) Every year we go and every year the kids see Santa and Mrs. Claus. All my work is undone in an hour of seeing the "real" Santa!
|Gotta love those red shoes! Perfect for playing ball!|
As for the Tooth Fairy, I'm the worst, EVER. Once, my husband left pixie dust when Measle lost a tooth. That caused a lot of excitement. Of course, I'm usually supposed to be the Tooth Fairy and I always forget. When Monk and Twinkle Toes were little, I tried to play along. I would palm some money and pretend to look everywhere for where the money could have fallen, before "finding" it to their joy. Prince lost his first tooth the other day and he was so excited. Of course, I forgot and the next morning when he mentioned it, I got some money out of my purse and gave it to him. He took it in stride. I did caution him not to tell any of his friends in school that I'm the Tooth Fairy. He promised he wouldn't.
|A true Texan. Boots and a gun complete any outfit.|