Letter to Santa

On Christmas Eve, when we finally got home from family parties, Ky realized that we had forgotten to get cookies for Santa. So I told her to go get the brownies we brought home from my brother's house and to leave them with a glass of milk. A couple of minutes later, I hear her yell "F-I-S-H-E-R"... Next thing I know she is standing in my bedroom with her letter to Santa...



After reading it I started laughing... "IT'S NOT FUNNY!" she yelled...then began her story ~ While I was writing my letter, Fisher ate the brownie I was leaving for Santa, so I had to write the P.S. part ~~ NOW what can I leave Santa?"

It was late and "Santa" still had a lot to do, so I told her to leave Santa the letter and that I was sure he would understand.

While walking away she starts to grumble... YOU would think Fisher would learn his lesson after how sick he got when he ate all of those chocolate bars ~ Geez Louise! (See: They are my babies!)

It is so funny how dramatic she is becoming... I wonder where she gets that from ;)