At 8 and 3/4 Aidan is getting dangerously close to the age where some kids stop believing in the magic of Santa and his elves. Chris can't wait for this day to happen, but I'm hoping he stays a believer to the bitter end. There's something magical about that unquestioning faith in the man in red that is just too precious for words.
That being said, I almost blew the whole thing the other day....
This year, when our elves arrived on Dec 1 they brought small gifts for the kids. Socks for the girls, goop for Quinn, and shirts for Aidan to wear under his hockey equipment.
The other night Chris, Aidan and I were at McDonald's after one of his hockey games (because McDonald's is the best place to re-fuel after a hockey game!). We were talking about Aidan's shirt (the one that the Elves gave him), and he was saying how much he liked it. So pipe in with: "Well that's why I got it for you Aidan. Because it wicks the sweat away, and it's tight so that it doesn't irritate your skin."
Clearly, Mom had a brain-fart here.
Aidan just looked at me wide-eyed and said: "But Mom, you didn't get me this shirt.... the elves did!" And then he hopped off his stool and went to the bathroom.
O. M. G
I just about died. I looked at Chris and said: "I can't believe I just did that! I almost ruined everything!"
Chris just looked at me, shook his head and, being the perpetual Christmas cynic said: "Make the connection buddy, make the connection!!"
Thankfully, he was totally oblivious to Mom's blond-moment because that boy is still a steadfast believer in Santa and his Elves.
Now if Mom can just keep her mouth shut, who knows how long it will last!
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