"God Loves santa, My Brain is Tricky" and Other Musings.....

If there was ever a phrase for the week, it would be, "My brain is very tricky, you never know what might be in there."

In case you're wondering, it all began with a trip to Wal-Mart (doesn't everything?) when I happened to saunter past a sale on games. With my ever resourceful mind engaged, I thought about all the wonderful things I would accomplish with hubby playing games into the wee hours of the night with the little one.

Just kidding, I bought them for all the joy that is brought by family togetherness time.

Anyway, so my purchases included Battleship and Operation. I compromised: one game for Kaydn Rye to play all by himself while I attempt to spew jury verdict commentaries and another for, you know, bonding time. Nothing like sinking your kid's ships with bombs to bring about the spirit of togetherness.

Once I pulled it out of the box though I began to wonder whether or not a four year old would understand the whole A11, J10 grid concept with the red and the white pegs and the weird boat shapes and all.

Let's just say, I never cease to make myself laugh at all the ridiculous thoughts that run through my head. Within five minutes he was spouting off B11, G5, hit and sunk. So the one day while we're engaged in battle, he's thinking and he says to me, "My brain is very tricky....you never know what's in it."

He must have been thinking about his brain even later in the day as we sat down to lunch, cause he said to me, "My brain has locked a lot of stuff in it."

"So do you have lots of memories?"

"Yep, I have lots of memories in my brain."

And I believe him. Many times we'll just be sitting, perhaps playing a game, when he'll say something like, "Remember that time when....?"

Oh, and I didn't even get to the best part about the kid's "brain" this week. So on Saturday, while in the process of losing my mind at the mall, Kaydn Rye becomes intrigued by the santa exhibit. Nothing wrong with that, except we celebrate Hanukah. But he continued, "I wanna talk to that guy."

Because we celebrate Hanukah, the concept of sitting on some fat guy's lap and telling him what you want for Christmas is a completely foreign concept to the kid, which is why I wondered what he wanted to talk to santa about.

Regardless, I guess I felt like living dangerously that day.

So I told him to tell santa that Jesus loves him and I sent him on his merry way to the santa exhibit.

He did his thing in line waiting for santa and proceeded to sit on the guy's lap. They appear to be engaged in deep conversation and then santa tells him to run along and gives him a candy cane.

I asked Kaydn Rye what in the world he was talking about with santa and he said, "I told santa that God loves him."

"And what did santa say?"

"That he loves God too," he said.

"Well that's nice," I said.

He apparently thought it was strange that some guy in the mall would ask him what he wanted for Christmas because he seemed genuinely confused by the question.

Apparently he told santa he didn't "do" christmas. (Instead, we have eight crazy nights.)

I'm sure it was the strangest conversation santa has ever had with a kid on his lap.


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