Yesterday Bug was playing with a little telescope/spyglass that Santa brought him last year. After quietly studying it for a minute, he asked "Mommy, I thought Santa brought me this toy."
"Yes, he did", I answered, while at the same time trying to predict what his next question would be, so that I could be ready with a good response.
"Well, how come it says Made in China on it?"
Have you ever had the feeling of going through a "mental Rolodex", looking for the right thing to say? There were a dozen clever answers I could have given him. It could have been my moment to shine as the creative, witty, thinking-on-her-feet kind of mom I wish I was.
Instead, I panicked. "Ummm, I'm not sure. Maybe his elves were in China when they made it." As soon as I said it I knew how ridiculous it sounded. "Ask Daddy when he gets home," I stammered. "He knows more about the elves and their toy-making"
Brilliant. Just brilliant.
Who taught this kid to read, anyway?
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2 comments:
That's so funny. :)
LOL! I hope Dad has a good answer :)
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