Laylee: Mom. Magoo and I are hunting. We’re shooting cows to get milk.
Me: You don’t shoot cows to get milk. You only get milk if they’re still alive.
{PAUSE}
Laylee: What can we get if we shoot them?
We’re trying to fight the media-oric power of Santa’s publicity machine and teach Laylee and Magoo that Christmas is actually a religious holiday with fun attached as a festive bonus. Some days we win and sometimes the kids get all “Manger, what? Maybe I’ll care if you tell me it was full of [...]
Have you got all your gear together yet?
And now I’m wishing a big hole would open up and swallow Laylee’s.Â
Me and my big mouth.
She did this to me, you know? With the questioning. Why? Why? Why?
I broke down. I did and there’s really no use placing blame.
