Christmas was good. Our Puppy Surprise tree worked out wonderfully. I wanted to write a whole Christmas poem about it but I didn’t because, ya know, reasons.
Please someone tell me that your kid is sometimes
an ungrateful brat unfortunately honest during present opening. At this rate she will never have a future as a professional poker player, because she immediately says whatever she is thinking about the present at hand. We talked about how it would be better to find *one* thing she likes about a gift and to say that, rather than to say all the reasons it wasn’t exactly what she wanted. At our house Santa brings one big gift. Santa has always brought one big gift. Mom and Santa work together on the stocking. But this year suddenly Santa didn’t bring enough.
Because I am a negligent mother who lets other people raise her children, Lorelei is in an after school program run by our public school district. She gets help on her homework (in kindergarten, but that’s another post entirely), interacts with kids in other grades, and gets plenty of time to play. I know. Horrible, right?