I had such a blah day. I’m trying to declutter the house again. I dressed in bummy clothes. I didn’t shower. And it was cold outside and in (I have this thing about turning on the heat before November). I’ve just been in a funk. But don’t worry. That’s not what I wrote about. I recalled a story from Friday night at the store and just retelling it made me smile.
Did you also notice I read every single post from last week? I enjoyed reading so many new blogs. I hope to keep seeing new faces and my regulars. Also, it’s always nice to reach out and spread a little comment love. I left the only comment on some of the posts from last week. Don’t make these posts feel too lonely.
Now go forth and read!!!
I have one of those kids that’s just so darn smart. I know, I know. We all have smart kids. But my questions everything. As do all kids. But, like, he questions EVERYTHING. He asked me how the water int he bathtub made a circle around his body. We talked about water displacement and he got it. He even was conducting experiments the next day in the sink.
Mind you, he’s 4. I love that he’s smart. I love that he questions everything. But I’m a little worried. I think it’s important to have magic in your child hood. I love the fantasies of Santa and the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny. My mom always played it up very well.
I remember one Easter that the Easter Bunny left me a note and signed it with his paw print. I was so convinced. And I could see the bite he took out of the carrot and the little rabbit teeth marks!
So we were at Target yesterday shopping around and just generally getting out of the house. We casually walked through the jewelry department on our way to somewhere else. And then I noticed a man with a head of white hair and a full white beard and mustache. He was wearing glasses and a red Christmas-type shirt, red suspenders, and jeans. He looked exactly like Santa would look on his day off.
It’s not unusual. The malls around here take their Santas very seriously. Only the types with real beards get hired. I’m assuming he was growing his beard out for Santa season.
As we walked past and rounded the corner, I bent down and whispered to my son, “Remember how I told you Santa is always watching? Take a look around the corner.”
He peeked and immediately got a surprised grin on his face and buried his head in my pants. He was shocked. Didn’t know what to say. The gentleman, as if on cue, asked me, “Has he been a good boy?” I, of course, responded with, “Yeah, he’s been pretty good.”
We have to keep them guessing until Christmas Day, right? I’d love to thank that gentleman for helping me keep the CHristmas magic alive.
This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…
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