I was folding laundry about an hour ago, just before we feasted on macaroni dyed red since it is Christmas Eve. Evan had just made himself a Santa Claus hat out of paper when Madalyn initiated the following conversation:

Madalyn: I'm Mrs. Claus.

Me: Oh, you are? And do you live with Mr. Claus at the North Pole?

Madalyn: No. I live at my own pink North Pole.

Me: I see. Is the snow pink?

Madalyn: No, not the snow. The North Pole is pink. Now come with me.

Me: I can't.

Madalyn: If you don't come, I will give you a BIG spankin'.

Me: You are not a very nice Mrs. Claus, then.

Madalyn: Yes! Yes I am- I am just doing my job.

Me: I see. Well I still can't come right now.

Madalyn: If you don't come, the North Pole will fall right on your head.

After dinner, Shaun and I sat on the couch together and watched Jack sprint down the hall towards his room with white pieces of paper trailing from his head, flapping in the breeze. Evan was quickly on his tail yelling, "wait! Your antlers are falling off!"

Both Shaun and I burst into laughter. This is the stuff you can't write. This is the stuff you shouldn't even try to write because it's so much funnier in person. But one day I will want to remember it, and so I do write.

Merry Christmas to you and your funnies!!

Katie

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