Life gets busy. Things start to slide by and before you know it, your baby is grown up.
I need to add a few jems before I forget forever.
"Mommy? Is Santa and the Elves Daddy?"
Sigh. I knew this day would come, but she's only 4. She's so young. Who can I blame for this? Daycare? TV? Dad himself? Is she just that smart? I'm not ready.
"Of course not. Santa and the Elves are Santa and the Elves. Who ever told you such a thing? Santa and the Elves live in the North Pole. They can't possibly be Daddy. He lives with us."
She paused for a second, looked at me like I was insane and replied, "No mom. I SAID - Is Santa the Elves' Daddy? Who is the Elves mom and dad?"
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