It’s going to be a long few weeks… :p

The kids let me sleep in this morning! Yay!! Maybe…

I was dragged out of bed when the milk was too heavy to pour…

And can you get the bullets for the nerf gun out of the packet…

Do you have a container for the egg to hatch?

I’m making burgers!

Play Song Pop!

And on….

What fool thought Australian Geographic was an awesome place to buy all the Christmas presents this year?!? We’ll blame Santa πŸ˜‰

The fourth surfaced long enough to tell me we need to go to Greenland this year…

Finally… Me: I need coffee. You’re in the way of the coffee machine. 

Third Child: well… You’ll get to your coffee machine when I’m finished, won’t you?

Sweetest smile in the world…. But four kids with demands NOW… And she gives me sass over coffee?!? Child has a death wish….

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Preparations…

Third child: we should give Santa one of those lemon cookies we don’t like…

Fourth child: I’ll write the note… And get the carrot…

Third child: We should hide the iPad and film him…

Fourth child: Can I drink some of Santa’s milk?

Third child: We need 8 carrots! 

Me: They eat at every single house…

Third child: Okay… We’ll give them 3…

Fourth child: We can’t leave the carrots outside or the possums will eat them…

Me: I’m not having reindeer in my house!

And so it goes… β˜ΊοΈπŸŽ„πŸŽ…πŸŽ

Conversations with a 6 year old

They’re so straight forward… usually… although, sometimes, the honesty is a little much :p

This morning he woke me with:

W: Mumma, I want something to eat.

Me: Uh huh (quite bleary eyed)

W: Mumma, I want something to eat.

I want something to eat.

Mumma.

I want something to eat.

I want some… thing… to… eat….

I. want. some. thing. to. eat.

Iiiiii waaaannnnnttttt sooommmmmeeeetttthhhhiiinnnnggg ttttooooo eeeeeeaaaaaaattttttttt.

All said in monotone….

Over and over….

Finally,

Me: I want a yacht. And a maid. And a chef. And someone to pay the bills. And…

W: (interrupting with that wonderful disdain that only a small child can manage) Those things won’t fit in a box.

Me: Huh?

W: Santa can’t give them to you if they don’t fit in a box.

Me: oh…

And thus, he wins! I stumbled out of bed and made him breakfast. My brain is not fast enough in the morning to keep up with a 6 year old…

I believe…

My children had chocolate for breakfast. Yes, take me to the square and flog me….

Actually, they had cereal and then chocolate. A chocolate eyeball in fact. They should be nicely sugared up for school today.

They no longer believe my stories. The man in the moon does not exist and the moon is not made of cheese…. I did not poke annoying children’s eyeballs out and they would look and taste like chocolate if I did… There are no fairies living in our garden and the fairy ring is just a bunch of mushrooms…

They are determined to prove that I am santa. I’ve explained that if this is the case, they’re in for a surprise Christmas morning because someone forgot to tell me and I have no money for presents… They’re not convinced. They are hatching plans and laying traps. Currently, they are planning to write to santa and put the letter in the mailbox without me seeing it. That way, if santa is real, they’ll get the right present. Hmmm… I have their big sister on the case. She’s offered to help them spell the words and be part of the trap πŸ˜‰

The baby dragon laid a trap with her best friend last year. The friend lost a tooth. They secretly went to the mum’s wallet and wrote on all the notes… Lo and behold, the sneaky tooth fairy obviously stole the mother’s money from her wallet… The girls were not convinced. The mother has agreed that coins are more than enough for lost teeth in future…

Sigh… I am not ready for the fairy tales to end. For my pragmatic child to spoil the fun for her little brother either. He still wants to believe. I need a cunning plan. I managed it for the cynical big brother… So time for the thinking cap!