Okay, I'm skipping a hundred and something posts because if I don't write it now I'll forget:
The kids have Golden Time just now (Friday afternoon), which means they can do whatever they like. Lachlan and Ronan have just come up to me with some shadow puppets they have made.
Lachlan: Look! We've made puppets! Our story is called 'The Giant Volcano and the Killer Bombs.'
Me: ....does it have a happy ending?
Ronan: No!
Me: I sort of suspected as much.
Lachlan: This boy goes into the volcano! And then the bomb comes out and he dies!
Me: !!!!!!!!
Ronan: Well...maybe he die and then he go to heaven! And become an angel! And can does magic!
Lachlan: No. He just dies.
Ronan: And comes back! Like Jesus!
Lachlan: And he comes back as a
lion.
And then somebody kills him, so he's dead.
Ronan:.....
Me: ...nope, not a very happy ending at all, then. But what a fantastic story!
(They're presently trying to show the story to the other kids, many of whom are busy with lego/building swords out of scrap paper/drawing flowers with sketch pens/other such pursuits)
Oh geez. My sister, bless her heart, is *just now* trying to find a Wii to get the kidlets for Christmas. As in this Christmas. Crazy woman.
Oh yikes! Good luck. They have been in limited supply for over a year now. I finally got mine in the late spring and that was after a few months of keeping an eye out for one.
And he comes back as a lion.
Have you been reading them The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe?
Bless. Your kids are adorable, Fay.
Excellent story, Fay, that reminds me of Tina, King of Monster Island.
I'm kind of exhausted. Emmett found out there was no Santa Claus tonight. There were tears. And more tears.
And much talking about it and he was okay when he went to bed.
But he kind of killed me when he said, "It was just nice believing that there was somebody as good as Santa in the world. It was just nice to believe that."
1) Congrats Jilli
2) JZ, what they said
3) Fay, CS Lewis' estate may sue your kids over their "Lion Jesus"
4) Again with the awwww
5) Laga, dental~ma. Mine told me to come back on Thursday to have work done...
Poor adorable Emmett.
I kinda outted Santa to one of the residents at a group home last Saturday. We were watching tv, and some commercial came on that showed Santa's existence in a questionable light. She asked me, "Is Santa Claus real?"
I had thought all the ladies at this home were up on that one, but with her asking, I demurred, "Santa is like the Easter Bunny," figuring that she could fill in that blank however she liked.
"So he's made up?"
At this point, I figured the question was one like scores of others she has asked while watching tv or having conversation - a request for a recap of what she has just seen or heard, by way of confirmation - rather than a real revelation. So I said, "Yes."
Sad face. "Oh. I had thought he was real."
I thought about it for a minute and came back with, "Ok now that you know, that means you are ready to play Santa yourself, like the rest of us who are in on the secret."
"But I don't have a Santa suit."
"Most people don't. Why do you think Santa never comes until after the kids are asleep?"
"Ohhh, so they don't see us with no Santa suits on."
