Peanut was playing with the iPad as we waited in the swagger wagon at the train station for My Director. This is our routine. I bring the iPad and she plays with one or two of the many apps that live in the folder marked with her name. Usually she plays a memory game or spelling game. So when I heard that song, I turned around with a smile:
"Why are you playing a Christmas game?"Duh. Stupid of me for asking. So with that app, she made this for Santa:
"Because we don't have any summer ones, daddy."
|Whimsical and festive|
It is becoming more and more apparent that Peanut is a hard nut to crack. Amusingly literal and hilariously stubborn. During especially cold spells in the winter, she longs for the warm embrace of summer. And when it's been especially hot recently she has said, "I wish it was Christmas." (Yes, I promptly correct her grammar: I wish it WERE Christmas.) Maybe she wishes it were Christmas because of my fabulous Santa-on-steroids pajamas:
|I'm a 21st Century Clark Griswold. On acid.|
|(The awesome story of how it was won |
is coming in a future blog post.)
The First Rant of Christmas, in response to children who ask for exorbitantly expensive gifts.
next three rants were folded into one post, where I revealed some of my pet peeves about some popular Christmas songs and shows.
The Fifth Rant of Christmas, after the lights on my tree got the better of me.
Kicked by a Donkey.
our most cherished family Christmas tradition established by my parents, and how My Director and I have kept it going.
When Christmas is over, it's time to make those New Year's resolutions. Peanut floored us and her teachers with hers before 2011. Check out "The Promise."