So, in keeping with last year’s Thanksgiving tradition, I have a cold. (Everyone in Nebraska has one, so it’s no big surprise.) Food was made, but it was sub-par.
Let’s back up in time to Tuesday. I decided to take some non-drowsy cold medicine, and couldn’t figure out why I was so groggy all morning. Later I found out that I had mistakenly taken the nighttime stuff. It wasn’t so bad, though – nothing the children did bothered me at all.
I came out of my haze at breakfast to a conversation that I feel is important to pass along to you. The children were talking about Christmas coming.
Austin: “He lives in a cloud and he always watches you.”
Madison: “That’s not true. He lives at the North Pole.”
Austin: “He’s really real. He watches you every. time.”
Conner: “Guess what? My dad used to work for Santa, and he has a lot of secrets, and I know them.”
Madison: “Can you tell us?”
Conner: “No. I can’t tell no one. It’s a secret. If I tell you guys, Santa will be mad.”
I chuckled in my medicated haze. I’m sure there was more, but I don’t want to get Conner in trouble with The Man In The Cloud.