I'm writing this letter because Sweetums is not.
There is no wish list this year.
No Legos...
No teddy bears...
No baby dolls...
And no Little People...
For the first time in fifteen years.
Our girl is growing up.
We've been blessed to enjoy the "age of make believe" for this long.
Now she likes real boys...
Especially Scotty McCreery.
GULP.
For old times sake,
Let's meet for one last round of cookies and milk.
I'll be waiting under the Christmas tree...
With a box of Kleenex.
Sniffle.
Mother Mayhem
Such a sad occasion on the one hand. I'll send you some tea.
ReplyDeleteIt totally stinks when they stop believing. :(
ReplyDeleteI still make my kids pretend!! (((((HUGS))))
ReplyDeleteOh no! But I like Scotty McCreery too.
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