(Guest post by mommy). Connor produced this phrase today. He was describing some elaborate scene he was going to create in a cave on Hoth (Star Wars reference, for the uninitiated). I was only half paying attention, because I had lost my keys somewhere between school and our car. But finally I got him to stop talking, and I asked him where he was going to create this scene. "No, Mommy! We're all going to make it! It's the family chicken!"
Say what?
Turns out he got a paper cutout of a turkey at school, with instructions that he was to decorate it, with his family's help, with anything he wished... beads, acorns, feathers, whatever. So he has turned this paper turkey, in his mind, into a sort of Sistine Chapel ceiling, on which we will all play Michelangelo, coloring elaborate Star Wars narratives. But he thinks it's a chicken. A family chicken.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
The truth comes out
A couple of weeks ago, out of nowhere seemingly, Jamie asked the Santa question again. I had put them to bed and it had been quiet for about 20 minutes when Jamie called out and when I got there he asked if there was really a Santa. He's asked before, of course, and we've said yes but there was clearly something a little more probing about this. I just wasn't ready then so I said we'd talk about it in the morning, kind of hoping he would forget.
But alas, he did not so I told him that really there was no guy with a white beard flying around, but that the spirit of Santa was very real, etc. He was fine with this, and especially liked the "let's let Connor keep believing" aspect of things. He spent some time thinking about this and then had two main reactions. One was disappointment/confusion. Having understood that the presents came from us or other family, he asked "Then how did I get my nerf gun last year?" See he knows we didn't particularly approve of that so he asked Santa for instead of us, and got it. So I told him, no we were willing to do that. Then he got bummed realizing that there was no extra-parental path for him to take in seeking the ultimate Star Wars set: the Death Star. The other reaction was to wonder how Norad did the Santa Tracker. Amazing the power of scientific "proof"!
But alas, he did not so I told him that really there was no guy with a white beard flying around, but that the spirit of Santa was very real, etc. He was fine with this, and especially liked the "let's let Connor keep believing" aspect of things. He spent some time thinking about this and then had two main reactions. One was disappointment/confusion. Having understood that the presents came from us or other family, he asked "Then how did I get my nerf gun last year?" See he knows we didn't particularly approve of that so he asked Santa for instead of us, and got it. So I told him, no we were willing to do that. Then he got bummed realizing that there was no extra-parental path for him to take in seeking the ultimate Star Wars set: the Death Star. The other reaction was to wonder how Norad did the Santa Tracker. Amazing the power of scientific "proof"!
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