Quite a few weeks ago Joshua decided that he wanted a soccer jersey.  Since I wouldn’t give in and run out and buy one, I made the unfortunate mistake of telling him he should ask Santa for a jersey as a Christmas present.  Of course, he wanted to run right out to the mall to ask Santa so then I had to explain that Santa’s not at the mall yet.  That set off a litany of questions about where Santa was, when he would be at the mall, etc.

Fast forward a few weeks to this past weekend when, out of the blue, he asked if we could “go to that place where that guy is”.  Yes, to the mall to visit Santa.  Again I rolled out the explanation of how Santa’s not at the mall yet.  Unfortunately Joshua doesn’t have any concept of how far off Christmas really is so he wasn’t completely satisfied with the answer I gave him.

When telling a co-worker about the story this morning, she suggested I have Joshua write a letter to Santa as perhaps that would hold him over until Halloween (or whenever Santa arrives at the mall — ok, I know, it’s probably closer to Thanksgiving).  We didn’t get to that tonight but perhaps tomorrow night I’ll suggest that. In the meantime, Joshua’s now pestering to go on the “puter” (3 -year-old translation: computer) to order replacement tools for Handy Manny and his motorcycle.  He’s so impatient….gee, I wonder where he gets THAT from!  ;-)