Pancakes, syrup and Santa

We're gearing up for a visit from the Fat Man in the Red Suit, so it's all Santa, all the time here at the Mendez house. We had breakfast with him a couple of weekends ago and it went really well. Sam wasn't afraid and even sat on his lap. To our surprise, he also had an answer to Santa's "What do you want for Christmas, little boy?"


"Presents."

Nothing specific. No grand demands. No elaborate assembly required. Whew.

We've wrestled with what Sam should find under the tree this year and I think the two of us are getting excited about a movie-like Christmas morning. After much discussion, it's been settled. Drums. A full set. With four loud barrels to bang on and two loud sticks to bang with. Clearly, we've already fallen victim to the craziness of Christmas and the insanity of trying to rock our kid's world.

But, really....we don't care.

Disclaimer: I also requested that we buy a toy designed to teach our little rock star how to tell time, so he'll have a clear understanding of what "it's too early" means. Daddy disagreed, but I predict a quick change of heart.

We've already made our purchase - er, Santa's purchase - and have stashed it away in our Super Secret Parental Hiding Place (also known as the closet).

I guess now we begin saving up for his first tattoo. You can't be a real rock star without one of those. Hmmm....I'm envisioning a heart with "Mommy" written across it.