Our munchkin is growing up.
She is asking questions.
I thought I would be excited for the time to come
when I didn't have to seperate Santa from us.
Tonight, I got butterflies.
I was kind of sad. A little.
Kylee: "Mom, if Santa REALLY got me these earrings how did he get them from Claire's?"
Me: "He probably sends his elves out to get some special stuff for him."
Kylee: "Well I have never seen a boy in Claire's. That would be funny. A boy in a girl's store."
Me: "Daddy has gone to Claire's."
Kylee: "Ya, he was with you and me. I have never seen a boy in there by himself."
Me: "I bet the elves do the special shopping."
Kylee: "They look kind of funny. It would be weird to see them in the mall."
Me: "Hmmm, maybe there is a Claire's next door to Santa's workshop. Santa probably doesn't like to be seen."
Kylee: "Hmmm...Did you know he has special cookies? If you see him you have a cookie then you won't remember that you saw him when you wake up in the morning."
Me: "Oh really?"
Who told her that one?
And that was it.
I think she has an idea.
I am not asking.
I'm going to let her do the talking.
I am nervous.
I know the day is coming.