So, I mentioned in an earlier post of our trip down to the mall to see Santa, right? Well, this weekend we encountered Santa again at the Museum of Science and History. They had a lovely day planned for children with crafts, cookies, and different dance and music performances, and of course Santa would be hanging out.
On the way down to the museum, Clark asked me, in Pig Latin, how I would handle the situation of this likely not being the same Santa.
In Pig Latin I replied, "I illway inkthay of omethingsay (I will think of something)."
So, we met Santa. Got a mini-candycane from him, gave hugs, and went on our way. He was the fake bearded kind with strap-on vinyl boots, not anywhere chubby enough to pass as a good Santa. He must have been one of the weekend door greeters that volunteered for the position. And, sure enough, about 5 minutes into the performance of the Methodist Church bell ringers, Henry leans over and in his really loud whisper informs me, "I think Santa's voice changed." Our other Santa had a real raspy smoker's voice, "and his beard is weird."
Damn, this was the moment Clark had predicted.
I shushed him for the time being and then began developing my response.
On the way home I explained that some people do in fact dress up as Santa and that you never know when you are going to encounter the real one.
I then asked them if they though Museum Santa was the real one.
"No, definitely not the real Santa!"
"Okay, how about Mall Santa?"
"Oh yeah. I know he is the real one."
So, there you go. If you end up in this pickle you can use this explanation.
Another gift to you!
2 comments:
Perfect explanation. I love that they feel like they are "in" on it. So stinkin' cute.
Our Santa on the PExpress was so amazing, even I wanted to believe. I am afraid of Caeden encountering another...so thanks for the advice!
we had a quick convo about mall santa vs. real santa round her ;)
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