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December 26, 2004

Christmas conversations with a 3 year old

Conversation 1.
Scene: I'm tucking Karsten into bed a few days before Christmas. Here's the conversation that ensues.

Me: You've been such a good boy today. Santa will be happy.
Karsten: I'm not in trouble?
Me: (trying to suppress laughter)No, not today.

Conversation 2.
Karsten: Daddy, how will Santa come to our house?
Daddy: Down the chimney.
Karsten: We don't have a chimney.
Daddy: Yes we do, right here (and points to the gas fireplace insert)
Karsten: But, but, we don't have a smoke stack like Thomas the Tank Engine.
Daddy: Yes we do. Next time we're outside I'll show you.
Karsten: But, but our smoke stack is too small. Santa can't get down that.
Daddy: Yes he can. He's magic.

Conversation 3
I decide to prepare Karsten for the fact that he'll be doing poo poo business on the potty soon.

Me: After Santa comes you'll go poo poo on the potty.
Karsten: Santa will be happy if I go poo poo on the potty!

Great. A wasted Santa-ism that I could have MILKED. Just think, Karsten may have gone poo poo for Santa and I blew it. Why can't Santa come on a quarterly basis?

Conversation 4
Here we are playing with the rockets he got for Christmas...
Me: see what it says on the side of the rocket? USA. That is where you live. The United States of America. You are American. This is our flag.
Karsten: I'm not American! I am Karsten Kleitsch.
Me: (Sigh)

My son is his own soveriegn nation.

Posted by jana at December 26, 2004 7:22 PM

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