I always knew my kids would be best friends: playing, laughing, hugging, sweet children. Hmmm? Not sure what happened.
They do have many wonderful moments, but behavior this year has reached an all time pinnacle of naughtiness.
Though there is hope!
Usually this hope comes just after Thanksgiving, but I’m wanting to break him out early this year.
We named him Pip.
He truly does have magical powers. Pip switches locations every night. In the morning, my kiddos all race to see who can find the little red guy first. Now, the best part–he watches, then reports EVERYTHING to Santa.
And my children become angels! Or at least cut back on their minion ways.
Dani (7) and Evie (now 6) are old enough to know that Pip is a mere doll, but they are what I like to call–true believers. They want to believe so badly that they do believe.
Yet! There was an incident this week that even a true believer couldn’t refute. As my girls were supposedly cleaning their room, but actually reading a toy catalogue, they discovered this.
“We knew it. You and Dad just bought Pip! He’s not real!” Dani proclaimed.
This took me off guard. I stared at the toy catalogue for a minute, debating over my next crucial move.
“Who do you think put Pip in there? Santa, of course. He wants all children to have their own elf.”
Dani mulled over what I was saying and did exactly what a true believer does, “Oh yeah. Santa would do that.”
Grumpy Grateful Mom Goal: Trying to resist breaking Pip out of his box in October.