It is Christmas letter writing time at our house. We send our wish lists via Saint Nicholas on December 6th. In our own version of St Nicholas Day, we leave our shoes and wish lists outside our bedroom door the night before. In the morning, our shoes are filled with candies and special gifts and the letter to Santa is gone.
So as the girls work on their lists...
Sweetheart G: How do you spell "Christmas"?
h.: Sound it out.
Sweetheart G: C... r...
little e: No! Qw.. Qwismas. "Q" it starts with a "Q".
About this time I started to snort-laugh from my nose... it really wasn't pretty.
Sisyphus has nothing on trying to pull a list from little e.
h.: What would you like from Santa for Christmas?
little e: Can I have this lollipop?
h: Yes, but what would you like from Santa?
little e: You should ask me.
h: This is me... asking you... now..
little e: You should tell me.
h: But, I want you to tell me.
little e: Yes, but.. I need.. I need.. I need some things.