Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Trashy Shorts: Um, Holy Shit

Last week, I was trying to be sneaky and get some Santa Claus gift ideas.  I turned to my kindergartener. 

“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?


  1. Sounds like you're going to have to either get really crafty or develop some super powers Shay.

  2. Uh oh. Holy shit is right. You better find out who this Santa guy is, and what your son's been telling him. Good luck!

  3. Whoa! Maybe your son has The Shining and can send messages with his mind! Does he talk to his finger??
    I always told my son he had a MUCH BETTER CHANCE of Santa remembering things when you send him a letter. (My son REALLY needed to practice his writing though.)