Imperfect Treats for Santa

Our 10-year-old wrote a note to Santa last night.

Dear Santa, here are some treats for you and your reindeer. Merry Christmas!

We only had a few snowman-shaped half-cookies left, and I was adding the obligatory carrots to the platter for Rudolph and crew, when he put his hand on my arm to stop me. “Wait!” from such a serious face, “You need to wash them first!”

Then when no one was looking, he added to the note to address the broken cookies.

Sorry the heads got bitten off.

He’s right. Santa deserves better than half-eaten cookies and unwashed carrots. We’ll do better next year.

Grocery Shopping with a Five Year Old

“Mom, you know that place where I like to go when we come here?”

My son and I were standing at the dreaded, painfully slow deli counter, where I have nearly gone postal on multiple occasions. It hurts my brain to watch how slowly one can manage to slice turkey.


“You know! There,” he pointed from the deli across the meat section to a shelf of doughnuts.

“There? Really? But you don’t even like doughnuts.”

He smiled, “Can we go there this time?”

By the time we checked out, the doughnut was half-eaten and my son had chocolate all over his face. He held the bag tight to his chest when the cashier asked if she could see. She was going to have to trust me on this one. There was only one.

When we pulled into the driveway and climbed out of the car, he handed me an empty bag and ran inside.

Maybe if I had “that place where I like to go when we come here” I wouldn’t mind grocery shopping either.

Forbidden Fruit…..a.k.a. Oreos.

“Do you need anything at the grocery store?’ I asked my four year old this morning.

“Yes. Those cookies that have brown on the outside and white on the inside. Do you know what I’m talking about?”

Do I know?!

But in our house, Oreos must be hidden from Dad. They are so tempting that he just throws them out.

Shhhh, don’t tell……. we’re being bad!