We were at the Breakfast with Santa event at our Church. William first showed his skepticism when, sitting on Santa's lap, his first comment to the bearded fellow was that we had no snow. This, in his mind, presented a problem, because we all know Santa drives a sleigh, and sleighs work on snow. Santa promised to see if there was something that could be done about the snow. I didn't know Santa doubled as a weatherman, did you?
The breakfast presented another opportunity for outright lies. William will eat nothing resembling real meat, that is, muscle. Processed meat sometimes will work, for it little resembles what it really is. Will picked up a piece of sausage.
"What does sausage come from?" he asked, holding a piece skewered on his fork.
"It comes from the sausage factory," I said vaguely, knowing if it got tied back to the pig, he wouldn't eat it.
"No," he insisted. "What was it before that?"
"It grew on the sausage tree," I flat out lied.
"Na-uhhhh." Wm wasn't going to buy it. Repeated lies did nothing to convince him.
He still believes a fat man in a red suit will ride a flying sleigh to our house and squeeze down our chimney to bring just the presents he's requested, magically. But, sausage can NOT grow on trees. Everyone knows that!
1 comment:
What an adorable photo of William with Santa. I know you know to enjoy it as it doesn't last.
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