Natalie and I had a heart to heart.
Nat: Mama we don’t have a chimney. (I think she meant fireplace.)
She pauses.
Nat: We have a chimney all the way at the top.
Mama: Yes, we do.
Nat: Santa is still coming through the living room window?
Mama: I am going to open the window before I go to bed. He’s going to squeeze in.
Nat: Because he’s fat!
Mama: Yes, from eating all the little kid’s cookies when he visits them.
Mama: He comes in and eats a cookie from every house. Each child leaves one cookie for Santa and he eats all of them and drinks the milk after he leaves the Christmas gifts to the good little girls and boys so you have to be good.
Mama: You get the job of picking the cookies you will leave for Santa.
Nat: Oreos
Mama: Oreos?! (There goes my dream of baking holiday cookies in the oven with Natalie.)
Mama: Why Oreos?!
Nat: Because it’s “Milk’s Favorite Cookie“
What Mama Wanted to Say: Moth—f—– (Note to self: Next year, be more careful how many advertising slogans Nat is able to absorb. She’s clearly a smartie.)
Nat: And hot cocoa.
Nat: With marshmallows.
Papa: Hot cocoa doesn’t go with an Oreo.
Mama: Yes it does. It can also be made with milk.
