santa claus is coming to town...

Mommy tip #1: Call Santa when your 3 year old needs a reality check.

Oliver's behavior has been pretty decent lately, except for a few moments here an there (which could be fixed if he'd take a freaking nap). Michael and I both had a brief bout with food poisoning this morning - terrible migraines, vomit, diarrhea, lots of sleeping. Thankfully, Oliver was sweet (but very playful) and Leni was good too. Of course, as the afternoon hit, Oliver's little "attitude" peaked it's evil head. After pulling my hair and elbowing me in the head while I was taking rest on the couch, I decided it was time to call Santa. Daddy took a quick "restroom break" while I called Santa. Oliver was more than excited to talk to him. He told Santa about his Christmas tree, all the things he wanted for the holidays and even lied about being nice to mommy. He was happy and I was giggling. At the end of the conversation, Oliver hung up and this was our conversation...

Mommy, "Did you talk to Santa"?

Oliver, "Yes"!

Mommy, "Oh, how fun! What did Santa say"?

Oliver, "Thank you".

Mommy, "Did he say anything else"?

Oliver, "No".

Umm. That's not what Santa said. I think I remember him saying something like, "be nice or no presents". Hmm. So much for the reality check.