We had just come from the mall this afternoon after seeing Santa. Kyra asked me if Santa's mom helped him bake some goodies. I said, "Yeah and Mrs. Claus." We talked about what Santa eats. She said milk and cookies. We talked about Santa's helpers, the elves.
Then I ask her, "So Kyra, how old do you think Santa is?"
Her reply?
"Mommy, don't you know? He's 26!"
LMAO!
These kids kill me.
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3 comments:
Bright, witty child.
You're writing all of this down in a notebook so she can read it when she's grown up, right?
I know. I need to remember these comments. They are so funny!
I'm just jealous that Santa is younger than me. LMAO!
I know. I've decided I want to stay in my mid-late twenties forever.
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