another gold nugget

So the Christmas season is fast approaching and Calvin has been giving it a lot of thought - as he is want to do. One night at bedtime he comes out with this absolute gem...

Calvin : I know what I want to be one day Mommy
Me : Oh really. That sounds good. tell me what it is ?
Calvin : I want to be a postman. In Lapland.
Me : Aaahhh. And why is that ?
Calvin : So that I can deliver the mail to Santa and see him.
Me : (raised eyebrows) Wow! I'd never thought of that. What a great job. You could !

The discussion went on some, but what a bright little imp he is. And cunning - he's been drafting a letter to Santa since September, and often dropped the question, "Is Father Christmas real?". My standard reply has been that if you believe in him, he is real. Some discussion about staying up late has elicited the standard-parental-line, "If you aren't asleep, he won't come".

The smart little mind has confounded all the theory and gone straight to the home address - Lapland. And who would have free access to that address ? the postman.

He did concede that it'll be pretty cold up there.

it's tooth time

Calvin lost his first tooth this week - bless him!

And Zack pulled out his 10th tooth (he counted them) this evening...

I'm running out of change.


Zack knows that "we" are the toothfairy. Calvin doesn't, so I'm having to remind Zack carefully, that he can't let the cat out of the bag. He asked me very earnestly the morning after the tooth fairy visited, "who" had put the money in the little, wooden tooth jar. I said, "Mommy & Daddy both did, AND THAT MEANS that the tooth fairy brought the money," OK?!
I think he got the message. Sheesh ! the loss of innocence, and the end of naivety. It all takes so much PR. I'm exhausted.
And now I've got to find another couple of pound coins to put under the eldest's pillow. Best I go and do that. Tooth fairy hat on