When you’re almost seven, the believing in Santa thing starts to raise a lot of questions.
Not so much the “Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus”-type questions (yet!), but practical ones that only an almost-seven, going on 30, year-old can think up.
These questions seem to be coinciding with Rachel’s favorite word these days — poop! More accurately, she prefers ‘poopie,’ especially at that witching hour right before bedtime.
NOTHING is funnier to an exhausted first-grader than giggling and shouting “POOPIE!” at the top of her lungs about 27 times before tumbling into bed!
Appropos of that, on the way to school this morning, practical girl that she is, Rachel started a running dialogue, answering her own questions, about the logistics of Santa’s job:
“Mom, what if the reindeer poop on our roof? I really don’t think that would be very nice. Do you think Santa has time to clean up the poop or tinkle?”
As I slowly inhaled, my fuzzy morning-brain whizzing to see what answer I could concoct to keep the Santa fantasy going, R. continued:
“I bet Santa probably makes the reindeer go before they leave the house, that way he doesn’t have to worry about their poop.”
As you can see, poop is very big on her worry agenda these days! But at least the message about tasks to cover before leaving the house has gotten through!