It’s been a long week, and not much energy to post. I came down with a cold, the Linguist got conjunctivitis, and the Comic caught a cough. This meant that they kids missed much of the last week of school, and we had to start the Linguist on antibiotics and eye drops. Have you ever tried to get eyedrops into a squirmy little girl? It’s not easy, let me tell you. And it is accompanied by very high pitched whining… I can feel my blood pressure rising just thinking about it.
Anyway, it’s now Christmas week, and everybody is off this week, so hopefully we can recover from all our sicknesses by taking it easy this week.
Here’s wishing you a very merry Christmas and a wonderful holiday season with family and friends!
For the backstory to this post, read here.
Last Sunday we took the kids to the Santa Claus parade. It was their first time going, and as far as I can remember, I think it was my first time too. Anyway, at dinner that evening, the Linguist had a few questions:
the Linguist: Is Santa Claus real?
DW: well, what do you think?
the Linguist: Ummm… No. Yes! Well, but then who left those presents?
DW: who do you think?
the Linguist: Well, Santa. Wait, is someone just trying to trick me?
Me: no, no one is trying to trick you…
the Linguist: Well, someone could be pretending that there is a Santa… but then who wrote that note last year? There must be a Santa.
For the sake of her younger sister, we let the topic drop. I don’t think it’ll last much past this year, though. I’m not going to go to great lengths to preserve this particular Christmas myth… although it is kind of fun in a sort of devious way.