today at school, kale'a's class had a visit from santa at their christmas party. she sat on his lap and told him that she wanted a stuffed bear for christmas.
she was so excited when i picked her up. she chattered non-stop the whole way home. this was the conversation:
kale'a: "mom, i don't think that was the real santa!"
me: "how come?"
"well, he didn't laugh like santa laughs."
"you could be right! santa is pretty busy this time of year. maybe he sent one of his helpers to pretend to be santa."
"yeah, but he couldn't be one of the elves because the elves are SUPER busy right now! they wouldn't have time!"
several hours later, i was working on some christmas presents that i am making and she started up the conversation again about the "fake/helper santa":
"mom, do you know how fat santa is?"
"umm, not exactly. i just know he is pretty fat!"
"yeah! he is really fat! that is why i don't think that was the real santa at school today! he wasn't fat enough! he was only as fat as you are!"
a-hem...excuse me??! did she really just say what i think she said? as i chuckle, "oh really? so you think i am fat?"
"well, only because you have the baby in your tummy!" as she touches my belly.
good save girly! good save! at least i'm not as fat as the real santa!