We put up our tree this weekend. In between the ornament-smashing sponsored by the 3YO, I had to try to dodge some unexpectedly difficult questions from the Kindergartener.
Him: Mommy, how was Santa born?
Me: Hmmmm. Well, he probably had a Mommy and Daddy just like you. Maybe his Daddy was a Santa, too, and he came from a long line of Santas.
Him: (pauses for reflection) But I thought there was only one Santa.
Me: That’s true. There is only one Santa. Right. But maybe when that Santa gets too old and dies, his son gets to be the next Santa.
(Horrified look from Husband. I shrug.)
Husband: Do you even think about what you’re going to say before the words fly out of your mouth?
Me: We both know the answer to that question.
Meanwhile, the Kindergartener has turned his attention to a wooden Nutcracker doll.
Him: Mommy, what’s this thing on the Nutcracker?
Me: (to Husband) Would you like to be in charge of the nut-related questions?
Husband: It's a sack for carrying the arrows for the Nutcracker’s bow and arrow.
Me: You know, Son, the ones he uses to shoot down Santa!
Someday I won’t ruin Christmas.