It had been a long day involving (amongst other things) an emergency trip to the pharmacy, shopping at eight different stores, hustle, bustle, and an unbelievably sweet and giving sister-in-law (Thanks Jen for watching my kids!!)
Yep. We were all pretty tired so it really was no surprise when Forrest had a meltdown while we were buckling him into the car (yes, it took several of us). As we drove away from my mom's house he started shouting, "I wanna stay at grandma's house alllllll niiiiiiight loooooong." It kinda reminded me of Lionel Ritchie. It also got really annoying. Lola joined in and there was weeping, wailing and I was gnashing my teeth.
I got an idea. Inspiration from the giant, air-filled Christmas decorations in somebody's front yard.
"THAT'S IT!" I said. "That's it! This is ridiculous. I am calling Santa." I grabbed my phone out of my purse and opened it.
SILENCE.
one-one-thousand two-one-thousand three-one-thousand.
"Mommy??"
"Yes, Forrest?"
"Do you think Santa knows I stopped screaming?
"Oh, you bet he knows."
I love Santa.
