Quinn and I were in the car this morning, and we started talking about Christmas. I asked her what happens at Christmas, and she said she gets to put Christmas lights up in her room. (She is very excited for this.)
Then we talked a little about Santa Claus, and when I asked what she wanted Santa Claus to bring her, without skipping a beat, she said, "A real cat." She had actually mentioned this out of nowhere a few weeks ago, so I was not surprised.
When we got home, she told Tim that she wants Santa to bring her a cat for Christmas. We started to explained that Santa makes the toys he brings, and Santa doesn't make kitty cats. Her eyes got really big like she had a light bulb go on over her cartoon head, "JESUS!" Then her face basically said the issues is closed ... Jesus, apparently is bringing her a real cat for Christmas.
Not quit sure how we are going to wiggle out of this. We usually have Jesus bring one gift for the family on Christmas morning, but it just never occurred to us that Jesus would start getting a wish list. Shoot.
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