Mini MO got her pony already, and that was all she wanted for Christmas. Before we got her the pony, I told her it would be hard for Santa to put a pony in his bag of toys. She suggested that Santa could just unhitch a reindeer and put the pony in the harness. She is a smart cookie.
Since she got the pony, all she wants is "pony stuff," all in pink of course. A cooler, boots, saddle pads, bucket, brushes, halter, etc. I asked if she wanted anything else, and she said she didn't want Santa to hurt his back carrying too much stuff. Aren't kids a hoot?
My 1st grader will have just trains on his letter that we will write today....nuttin for mom...
Although I must give him his dues; on my birthday, he made sure to have me help him ride his pony. He hadn't ridden her or shown interest in quite a while (months), so when I asked why he wanted to ride, he said "it's a birthday present for you!"
He hasn't asked to ride since (August)....
"As a rule we disbelieve all the facts and theories for which we have no use."- William James
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Now you have to figure out a way to keep the letter and still mail it to Santa!
Our kids surprise us sometimes, don't they? We went to my son's Grade 3 "Three Way Conference" (apparently parent/teacher meeting is outdated, now it is a "celebration of your child's learning") and for the assignment "Your Favourite Summer Memory" my son wrote "My mom let me ride her big horse. He was sweaty. My legs got wet"
I let my son sit on my horse bareback and walk him around to cool him out after a ride and I had not thought much of it but apparently it was his favourite summer memory!
We went to my son's Grade 3 "Three Way Conference" (apparently parent/teacher meeting is outdated, now it is a "celebration of your child's learning") and for the assignment "Your Favourite Summer Memory" my son wrote "My mom let me ride her big horse. He was sweaty. My legs got wet"
Mozart, I just laughed so hard chicken noodle soup came out my nose. Thanks for sharing!
My nieces and nephew aren't that considerate. They have 4 Christmases, with more toys than they could ever possibly use, most of which end up broken or lost before the day is over, and they STILL cry when someone didn't get them as many presents as they think they should get.
Spoiled little brats. We tend to take them somewhere rather than buying them more stuff they just discard anyway.