Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Thanks for the Advice

Well, I've nipped it in the bud. I don't think I'll have to deal with disappointment on Christmas morning. I had checked in with my Dad, the Christmas Master, to see if there were any way to minimize the disappointment for Riley. There was no way I was going to buy her another kid's car.

"Well, can you think back to a time when you were disappointed on Christmas morning?" he asked me.

"No, actually." I replied. But I didn't have quite the wild imagination that my eldest daughter has. Do you know she has a colony of imaginary friends? That's what she calls it, "The Colony." She also has imaginary family now too. Complete with an older brother in middle school named Nick, a younger sister in pre-school called Emily and a Mom who looks like Tinkerbell. We've all been recast, my friends. But I've taken it in stride. I've even pushed back with, "What's wrong with your real Mommy?" and received lots of hugs and declarations that I was the best Mommy ever a thousand percent, which, of course I already knew. So, I don't complain much about my imaginary counterpart.

But it was seeming like I may need to reign her in before Christmas morning hit. So I did. Observe the conversation I had with Riley last night:

"So, what do you want for Christmas, Riley?" I asked.

"A Barbie car with four seats and a roof," she recited.

"You know," I said, glancing sidelong at my Dad for moral support, "I don't think they even make that kind of car."

"I know," she said.

"Actually," I said, thinking, "It sounds like something we could do to your Barbie Jeep ourselves...we could add a roof..."

"Yeah!" she said, enthusiastically.

"I don't think we could get four people in it, though; that battery isn't quite strong enough."

"Well, a roof would be good," she said.

"Yeah, it would be a fun project...we probably don't have to even ask Santa for help on this one."

"Nope!" she said and took off.

"What do you want for Christmas, Lucy?" I asked, feeling braver.

"Star Wars Clone Wars shirt and cape and pants and light saber," she recited.

"Sounds good," I said, relieved that most of that was already in the bag.

Thanks for your advice yesterday about this issue. I hope you all have a Christmas free of disappointments and full of unexpected joy.


  1. Brilliant Flannery. You really are Santa Claus. Merry merry Christmas to you and Doc and the kids and the imaginary gang too!

  2. Thank you! I'll pass your good wishes on to the Colony. And Merry Christmas to you, Dale. If I'm Santa Claus, you must be Rudolph, guiding my sleigh with your red nose. I hope you get lots of presents! xoxox

  3. It's too bad that MTV doesn't have a junior version of "Pimp My Ride," albeit with a more suitable title for the kids.

    Merry Christmas to all and please, stay warm.

  4. Cormac: We'll pimp that ride...maybe we could call it "Candying up"? You stay warm too...and a very merry Christmas!

  5. In my minds eye I see Doc, complete with tool belt and building supplies going after this Jeep roof project.

    And I am giggling... a lot!

    Merry Christmas to all of you wonderful folks, I hope you all get everything on your list!!

  6. Skyler's Dad: Doc can work a tool belt! I'll take lots of pictures...

  7. Holy shit, Lucy and I asked for exactly the same thing!

    Merry Christmas to you and yours!

  8. Beckeye: You two could totally battle in your matching outfits!

    Merry Christmas!

  9. I think you should smoke fat cigars, let big ol' bags develop under your eyes and generally look THIS, she wouldn't ask for such things

    (I only say this 'cuz I didn't read the advice request early enuff to put in my 2 cents...)

  10. How'd things go? All quiet on the Santa front?

    Hope you had a merry xmas.