"Let's play that we're the sleeping kids and you're Santa, okay Mama?"
"Okay," I said.
The Mayor feigned sleep on the couch and The Rooster prostrated herself on a world map puzzle they had just completed.
"Ho, Ho, Ho!" I jollied.
"Uh-oh," I said. "The children in this house have been naughty instead of nice. They haven't been listening or minding their parents."
"I'd better skip this house and go on to the next one," I said.
"Get him!" they cried.
"Grab all his toys!"
I sat there stunned, wondering where my parenting went wrong enough for my children to be able to dream up and execute a full-on sleigh jacking.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
My children were motionless, waiting for Santa to empty his toy bag.
Suddenly my children jumped up from their pretend beds.
The two of them jumped me.
Before I could react, they stole all my holiday booty and ran from the room.