Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Lying about Santa; Role Reversal With My Kid

Some news!
    "The Golden Sky" now has an overall rating of 4.78 out of 5.  Pretty neat. Go here to check that out: The Golden Sky

    Also, the iPad2 Giveaway is ending soon.  If you didn't know this before, Cade and I are funding it ourselves in honor of Zeke.  If you'd like to win, please check the bar above this post.  (I really want that beautiful piece of technology to go to a good home.)
    The last announcement of the day is that "The Golden Sky" is still on sale.  From now until January 6th (the Epiphany), my eBook is listed as 99 cents HERE on Smashwords and for kindle it's 2.99 HERE on Amazon.


Onto the post of the day:
   Yesterday the Hippie came up to me.  "Aren't you going to tell me how proud you are of me?  Aren't you going to say how amazing and beautiful I am?"
    "You are so amazing."  I hugged her.  "And . . . Wow, aren't you beautiful today.  Did I mention that I'm so proud of you."
    "Why?"
    Then I paused and whispered, "What's the exact reason you wanted me to be proud of you again?"
    She put her hands on her hips and sighed.  "It's because the Scribe just had a birthday.  She got everything she could possibly dream of and I'm STILL happy for her."
    Well, wasn't she the brave sort, a genuine warrior.  "Now that you mention it, I am so proud of you because of that."
    After all, this is what the Scribe got, an art kit (from Fishducky) and a fancy bedroom.
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    "Thanks," she said.  "Yeah, did you see poor Johnny at the party?  He wasn't happy at all.  Some kids get so jealous; it's terrible."
    I nodded.  It was about that time when the Scribe entered the room.  I didn't really feel she should be part of the conversation, but that sweet ten-year-old started cleaning the kitchen.  It was strange especially since she's the biggest mess maker I've ever known. If you don't believe me, I say this phrase at least once a day, "It took hours cleaning the kitchen, and now I find THIS over HERE?!!"
    So, the Hippie continued talking and the Scribe listened.  "You know, Hippie," she said stuffing all the bills into various drawers.  "You should be happy for other people.  Plus, Christmas is coming and you'll get some great things."
    "But Johnny said everyone's poor right now.  He heard it straight from his parents.  The economy's even hurting Santa and his leprechauns."
    The word 'leprechauns' didn't phase me, but I still found one part disturbing.  "Did you just say 'economy?'"  She's seven for crying out loud!
    "Yeah, every kid knows that word . . . But even if Santa isn't poor too, I still won't get anything, not even a box of mints from Britain," the Hippie said.
    "Why's that?" I asked. 
    She looked at the Scribe who shoved my glass figurines into the cupboard.  "What are you doing?" I asked the Scribe.
    "Cleaning."  She shrugged.
    Then the Hippie whispered so the Scribe hopefully wouldn't hear her.  "It's because I lied about Santa.  Some kid at school said I'd never get a DSI, so I thought of those angels visiting people in the Bible . . . and I made up a story.  I told him Santa visited me late at night--like a glowing angel--and told me he was giving me a DSI.  It seemed like a great lie at the time until I remembered that song . . . He knows when you're sleeping.  He knows when you're awake.  He knows when you've been bad or good . . .  Mom, I feel like an idiot. He knows I've been bad NOT GOOD.  What kind of kids lies about Santa?!"
    The Scribe snickered in the corner.  "You can kiss that DSI goodbye-bye."
    "That is not funny,"  I said, stood and set my coke on the counter she'd just cleaned.
    The Scribe gaped at my drink.  "What, may I ask, are you doing?  It took hours cleaning the kitchen, and now I find THIS over HERE?!!"  She held the coke up to me and then paled.  
    "Oh, my gosh," the Hippie giggled.  "It's happening.  My teacher said I'd turn into my mother someday, but it looks like it happened to your first!  There are things worse than lying about Santa!  I could be the oldest!"
    "How rude," the Scribe said, then got a glimmer in her eye.  Still holding the coke and acting so old, she pointed at the Hippie, "I have a mind to wash your mouth out with soap, young lady."
    I felt pretty bad at this point, especially since I realized I didn't know where the Scribe had hidden the power bill.
    "But what can I do about Santa?" the Hippie asked.  "Can I send him an apology e-mail?"
    "I guess, but how do you know his e-mail address?"
     "Oh, I found it online yesterday.  It asked for my address and phone number, but I just gave my first name.  I didn't want Santa thinking I was super dumb."
     "Nice," I said.  "Very nice."


    Do you ever have moments like this?  Do your kids fight?  
    Did you ever fight with your siblings?
    Oh and the most important question of all, what should the Hippie do about Santa?

20 comments:

  1. That was a realy sweet encounter. Glowing Santa angel huh? Wow, that kid sure does have a great imagination.

    Well, Santa knows everything right? I guess the course of action depends greatly on whether or not she is going to gt that DSI.

    If she is, encourage her to come clean with the kids at school and Santa will see that she's set her wrong right and will reward her. If she doesn't you can just tell her Santa knows everything and he knew that even though she didn't come clean she was still sorry for what she did.

    If she's not, still go with the Santa knows she's sorry bit and that's why he didn't skip her house altogether.

    Yes, I'm amazing. I know. No need to thank me.

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  2. hahaha I sooo love using my mother's sayings back against her..hahaha.

    The Hippie should get some of those mints, since they are so "rare" and all and leave them for Santa on his plate. I'm sure all will be forgiven then..haha

    After all you have to get that DSI and catch them all or chase mario around a track or those weird pet things or...

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  3. I never really fought with my little sister, she's a pretty cool little gal, but I did use her to my advantage. She believed in Santa until this year (she's 11). When I lived at home, if I wanted something done and I didn't want to do it, I would ask her to do it. If she said no, I'd tell her that Santa wasn't going to come visit her, and up she got! I could basically get her to do anything I wanted if I told her she wouldn't get anything for Christmas, her birthday, and any other time someone would get presents!

    Your girls kill me! They sound so grown up! Don't they say the darnest things!?!?

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  4. You would be amazed how kids can pick up even the strangest things like knowing about the economy. I wish I could say that my kids have fights but I only have one kiddo. Not sure if my hubby would count as the big kiddo in the house :)
    Great post.
    Spanish4Kiddos

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  5. This dialog is too funny! What I want to know, is Santa gong to forgive her for lying and will she get her DSI? LOL

    Merry Christmas!

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  6. Your Hippie is very smart! Many kids do get jealous when their sibblings get attention. :)

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  7. Do they fight!? I have three boys. It is practically nonstop Thunderdome at my house.

    As for Santa, usually right before Christmas he'll call to make sure the boys are behaving, ask them what they want, and give them some last minute advice on cleaning up their acts.

    Oddly enough none of them have ever questioned the "coincidence" that Santa always calls when I'm out of the house on some errand. :)

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  8. Tell The Scribe that I said she could do a lot worse than turn into her mother--I love her mother!

    I went to your link above & posted my own 5 star revue.

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  9. You all need a reality show. I so enjoy these stories!

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  10. I have only one son--I sometimes wish there was a bit more noise in the house. And yes! My sister and I really went at it...:)

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  11. Your girls are so bright! It's lovely to see the insights they have on things and the conclusions they arrive at. It's great that you keep these moments alive through your writing, because they are so fleeting otherwise. Did my two kids squabble when they were little? Yes. Do they squabble you've they're grown up? Yes. What should The Hippie do about her Santa dilemma? Leave him an extra cookie and a full glass of milk :)

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  12. well, I never grew up with siblings and currently, i only have one child so....i can't say! as far as what hippie should do about Santa...I'd say there's nothing she can do but hope :)

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  13. I don't know what a DSI is. My kids fought some but not a lot because they're six years apart. My siblings and I fought more than my kids did, but there were six of us. I think the Hippis should say her prayers like always and ask for forgiveness because God always grants forgiveness as soon as he's asked by a believer. Problem solved.

    Love,
    Lola

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  14. that room looks so cute! and your girls are simply golden! :) I sure hope my kids will be as awesome,smart and sweet as yours :)

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  15. My brother and I would fight almost to the death, but oddly at Christmas we would band together in sneakiness to find out what we were getting. That's about the only time we ever did anything together.

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  16. Another wonderful post! I love the giveaway and think it is an awesome way to honor and remember Zeke.

    I think all kids fight with their siblings- it is part of growing up. I fought with my step-sister growing up and now those are the stories we laugh about when we get together.

    I think the Hippie should email Santa- or send him a letter snail mail. She can explain herself. Hey- Santa of all people needs to understand that sometimes you just need to save face in front of others. :) Also- I think it is hilarious that the Scribe is turning into you. It happens to all of us! lol

    ~Jess
    http://thesecretdmsfilesoffairdaymorrow.blogspot.com/

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  17. Oh, man. Those are hard questions.
    For one, you will come up with great answers, because that is what you do. And, second, the girls will eventually stumble onto the whole story on their own. Not much you can do about it.

    You are an awesome mother. And very lucky to have a 10 yr. old clean your kitchen!

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  18. My two younger brothers and I argue often. As of late, it's been me and my middle brother arguing about whether or not I'm being picky by only applying for jobs that fit my skills, interests, and experience. His main point to me: employers will train. My main point to him: why are certain skills requirements if the company will train new hires? It's a never ending battle.

    And yes, the Hippie is correct: all girls will become their mother. I've seen my mom start to become my grandma so I'm a little scared that I'll become my mom :-/

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  19. My baby boy is 37 and was an only child so the only conversations like this I recall were between myself and my younger brother and sister when we were young.

    I became my mother in a lot of ways, too. It's true! It's true! Awk!! ;)

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  20. The Scribe will pull through alright. My sister and I used to fight all the time when we were younger. And we would always make up. My kids fight every single day. It's exhausting. Is this normal? I don’t know. They got internet messages from Santa telling them what they need to work on and that they were good kids. It helped. http://www.portablenorthpole.tv/home I think this will be the last year for our eldest to believe in Santa. He’s ready. I wrote about that in a guest post on Myndi Shafer's blog last week. *Sigh*

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