I walk into Ryan’s room on Monday morning; he’s still sound asleep. I flip on the light to wake him up, and so I can get some clothes out for him.
Ryan: “Dad…! What the heck are you doing?”
A week ago, Michelle went in to check on Alyssa, because Alyssa usually kicks off her covers before finally going to sleep, and then she’s ice cold in the mornings. Alyssa is also not a very sound sleeper, so she half-woke up when Michelle covered her up.
Alyssa: “Oh… hi, mom. I was dreaming. The sprinkles are getting checkmarks.” (very serious face) “They are getting checkmarks for the rest of their lives.”
Yesterday, Santa Claus called the house to talk to Ryan and Alyssa. They talked for a while about what Ryan wanted for Christmas, and then:
Santa: “Ho, ho, ho… that’s wonderful. Would you like to talk to Rudolph now?”
Ryan: (not missing a beat) “I don’t think reindeer can talk, Santa. They’re not people.”
I’m feeling very blessed these days.