Aiden was having so much fun playing phone-phone yesterday. I got endless calls from him asking me how I was doing. Suddenly he tells me that its for me. For me? When he wants me to play with him it usually means he does all the playing and I just pretty much sit there keeping him company. I should be honored that this earthling was engaging me in his game.
I take the phone as he hands it to me and begin my monologue with my mystery caller.
Me: Hello, who is this? Oh Santa it's you.
His mouth drops.
Me: What's that? Has Aiden been a good boy? Oh yes he has.
He smiles one of his ear to ear smiles.
Me: Oh yeah, he did bite in school a few times.
Aiden: I did not! I did not bite!
He protests with violent head shaking.
Me: Don't worry Santa, he promises to not bite anymore. I am sure he will be a good boy from now on.
He smiles again.
Me: OK. Thanks Santa. Bye.
Nothing like some good old fashioned blackmailing. So much for modern parenting.