My Fat Head

Jesse reminded me of this story the other night and it is a good one… so I thought I would share it.

First I need to tell you that what she is talking about, fat head, is those giant poster stickers that you can get for your kids.  They can be pictures of themselves playing baseball.  They can be huge stickers of famous athletes and now they make them of cartoon characters. 

Mallory is sitting at the counter eating a snack.  I’m working in the kitchen doing who knows what. 

Mallory: Mom, I saw on the TV the other night a little girl and she said ‘I love my fat head’.

Me:  Oh yeah.

Mallory: Yeah.  Then she said ‘When I look at my fat head I feel like a princess’.

Me:  *trying extremely hard not to laugh – but I’m dying inside.* Oh that is kind of silly.

Mallory:  Then she says “Thank you Mom for my fat head”.

She was so confused by all of this and I could see it in her face that she didn’t really understand why this girl was so excited about “her fat head”. 

I explained to her that “fat head” was what the picture was called on the little girls wall. 

She still had that confused look.  The look of why would anyone call that a fat head.

Santa Crushing

I took Mallory to school today and while she was switching from her boots to her shoes Maxwell asked if he could “peek in her room”.  I said, oh yes… go peek and see what the kids are doing. 

Mallory is all dressed and runs into her room and her teacher is standing in the door and Max is peeking around the corner watching the kids. 

Her teacher says… is it okay for Mallory to make a Santa puppet today?

I say… of course.  that is fine.

Then I stop and think… why is she asking me this?  Has Mallory said something?!!  We don’t do Santa at our house.  I grew up with Santa, but Jesse did not grow up with Santa.  We decided we wanted the focus to be more on Jesus’s birthday – not Santa.  And besides we wanted the credit for the cool presents not Santa!  ; )  Anyway.  We have never really talked to her about it.  We just don’t bring up Santa a whole lot.  We don’t watch Santa shows.  We don’t read Santa books.  But now that she is older and in school and pays attention to things… she sees Santa and hears Santa everywhere!

One night she was watching her favorite show, Doc McStuffins, and it was a Santa episode.  I just let her watch it.  Jesse came in when it was just about done and when it ended he said, “Mallory is Santa real?”  Her response was, “I don’t know.”  I can’t remember what Jesse told her, but I think he told her he was just fake.  She never asked any other questions about it or mentioned it again.

It clicks in my head that Mallory MUST have said something at school for her teacher to be asking me if it is okay if she makes a Santa puppet!!  Oh heavens!

I look at her teacher with huge eyes, I am sure, and said… She said something!!!

Her teacher laughs and says yeah she did. 

OH NO!!!!

Her teacher said it turned into this little 4-year old debate one day.  I don’t remember what Mallory said but another little girl said “Yeah, it is about God’s birthday!” and Mallory says “NO!  It is Jesus’s birthday!” 

I think her teacher could see in my face that I was worried our little 4-year old was crushing all these kids “santa dreams” because she told me… don’t worry about it!  At this age it all goes over their heads and they just keep working on what they are working on. 

I get home and I send an email to Jesse and tell him this and he responds back… That’s my girl! 

Which makes me giggle… yet not. 

This girl is so her Dad and she is for sure going to be setting all these kids straight.  Thank goodness she doesn’t ride the bus!  Isn’t that where everyone learns about the “real Santa”?!! 

In the Snow!

Tuesday this week we had enough snow to go out and shovel after we took Mallory to school.  Out we go.  Max attempts to help – but really he is making bigger messes.  If my shovel trail leaves a clump of snow he runs over to it and starts stomping it into the blacktop! 

Then he asked to get the RZR out and drive it in the snow.  I warned him that it might not work very well in the snow and that he probably needed to stay on the driveway.  However, I’m just a girl and what do I know! 

He bee-lines it right for the bank of snow.  Can’t get over it.  Backs up tries again.

Can’t do it and gets stuck.  I tell him to go back over on the driveway and that I don’t think it is fun to have to stop shoveling to push him out every 2 minutes.  So he leaves and goes to the other side of the driveway and all of sudden I hear “I MADE IT!” 

He plowed over the snow bank on the other side and he was mighty proud of himself.  But then he was stuck and I had to come to his rescue and push him out.  Then he was gone for a long time.  He went back behind the house.  And he was good and stuck in the yard.  Pushed him out again!