Cookies for Santa

We talked to Connor a lot about Santa this year, but I'm not sure he fully grasped the concept. After a long night playing with his cousins, we came home to ice our own cookies for Santa.

Granted, it was late and I knew I was pushing an already-tired kid, but I thought, "What the hay...he's been doing good so far."

Then the meltdown came. And tears, so many tears. Between the crying about not wanting to go to bed vs. the vigorous eye rubbing, Connor also spurted out, "I don't want Santa to come." Why not?, I asked.

"Because I'm being bad."

And that is one of my favorite memories of Christmas 2011.