Santa vs. The Birds & The Bees
Wow, this blog has been dormant for over two years. Actually, I pretty much considered it dead. Life with a start-up and two kids got too busy and I just haven’t had time for long-form writing. Between Twitter, Flickr and Facebook my need for marking moments in my life has been pretty well satisfied. Until tonight. We just had a conversation with Quinn that I HAVE TO WRITE SOMEWHERE. I tried posting it on Facebook, but it was too long darnit. So here I am, dusting off the cobwebs — I’m sure there are still some left, so please ignore them. Maybe I’ll actually do a full spring cleaning and revive this thing. We’ll see. Anyway, without further adieu, the reason for this stray blog post:
Somehow the subject of Santa came up over dinner tonight. Quinn, for the first time ever, said “Santa’s just your mom & dad putting presents under the tree”. Yes, we’ve actually managed to suspend disbelief in this household for eight whole years. I think partly because we have a very willing participant who thrives on imagination and fantasy. So we answered “Oh really? Where’d you hear that?”
Quinn: “Jason. But I’m going to make sure”.
Thor: “How will you make sure?”
Q: “Remember that flight we were on, Mommy, (about 2 years ago), and I was looking at that magazine (Sky Mall catalog) and there was that life size R2D2 (seriously, there was. It was really cool). And you could learn what all his beeps mean? Well, I’m going to get him and I’ll hide him in the living room and he’ll watch and then I’ll ask him Christmas morning if there was really a Santa and he’ll beep and I’ll figure out what he’s saying”.
Thor: “There are probably easier ways”.
Me: “Um, that’s actually about the most excellent idea I’ve ever heard”.
Q: “Yeah, so maybe I can get the R2D2 THIS Christmas and then I can find out NEXT Christmas.”
Thor: “So in two years you’ll figure out if there’s really a Santa?”…. And so the conversation went.
Then Quinn finally asks point blank: “Are you guys Santa?”
Thor & I exchange looks. I take a REALLY BIG BITE of my dinner.
Thor says “Hey, Quinn, do you know where babies come from?” (I choke on my food.) “Storks!”
Q: “No they don’t. I saw Tesla come out of Mommy”.
Me: “He has a point”.
Thor: “Well, the Stork put the baby there.”
Q: “No, you guys make an egg and put it in Mommy’s belly and it grows arms and legs and stuff.”
Thor: “Well, actually Mommy makes the egg, I make the sperm and I fertilize the egg.”
Quinn, fingers in his ears: “Lalalalala! Yeah yeah yeah, I already know that. SO, you never answered my question. Are you guys really Santa?”
Doh!







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