Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Quite possibly the last time she'll believe in the fat old man.
A few days after Christmas, coming up from the basement.....
Daughter: "HEY! I know where Santa got the wrapping paper for my gifts."
Dad: *knowing I didn't put them away I kind of freeze trying to come up with something* "Oh, where?"
Daughter: *giant grin on her face pointing at pile of wrapping paper* "From down here."
Dad: "What!?" *runs down the steps and smiles* "Oh cool, Santa must have left his extra wrapping paper for us!"
--LONG UNCOMFORTABLE PAUSE--
Daughter: "Wow....he's really nice............but sneaky"
Dad: *turns to find her giving me a penetrating stare* "Yeah...sneaky...."