So, the other day I was chatting with one of my favorite people in the whole wide world.
Emma.
Our conversation went a little something like this:
Emma: So, Mom. Most of the kids in my class don't believe in Santa.
Me: Are you serious?!?!
Emma: Ya. But, Mom. I believe in Santa.
Me: Me too.
Emma: Ya, because, I told Brighton (her buddy), "Santa has to be real because last year he gave Lily a bed. A BED! You can't hide a bed in your closet! Your mom and dad can't go out in the middle of the night and buy a BED! So, Santa has to be real." Then Brighton said, "Ya, you're right. Santa must be real." So now both me and Brighton believe in Santa.
Me: Awesome.
I am soaking up every minute of this Christmas.
Sweet, sweet, smart and analytical Emma.
