Somewhere it is written that parents are allowed to lie to their kids about Santa Claus. And sex. (Hopefully we're a few years away from that.) For now, it's all about the Santa yarn, consecrated here by the physical evidence left behind by Santa's midnight trip down the Weber-Copeland chimney: an eaten cookie, a drunk glass of milk, and a nibbled piece of celery (Daddy glazed all the carrots for dinner). As you can see, Mommy is selling hard and Jackie is skeptical, but he's buying - so far.
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