“What do you think you’ll ask Santa for when we see him, buddy?”
My son was busily working on a Lego project, and he replied without looking up. “Oh, don’t worry about it, Mom. He already knows. I told him.”
I shot a glance at my husband, who shrugged. “You already told him? When? We haven’t gone to see Santa yet this year.”
My kindergartener looked up at me. “You weren’t there.”
Um, holy shit.
Because A: Should I be worried that my kid is hanging out with someone who goes by the name of “Santa” when I’m not around?
And B: How the hell am I supposed to perform my covert Santa operations if my kid keeps thwarting my efforts?