Tonight I thought I’d shareÂ a Christmas story with you. It’s probably more of a Christmas “overheard”,Â but story sounds so much better!
Um … I digress … OK.
Little Man, Husband, BK, and I were sitting on the couch watching a very cool story about how they make plastic bottles (Nothin’ says Christmas quiteÂ like a Science ChannelÂ piece on plastic bottles.). It was one of those few-and-far-between times when everyone was sort of still and together.
One of the examples they were showing was the making of an apple juice bottle and Little Man is very much liking apple juice right now. So, of course, this triggers an almost immediateÂ request.
OK … bad mommy admission coming up.
I was tired and didn’t want to get up and get him some apple juice. So, I tried to divert him. It went something like this.
Little Man; Mom, I want some apple juice right now.
Me: I want a kiss on my nose right now.
Little Man: There’s no mistletoe.
And then there was silence. He and I have never talked about mistletoe and that whole tradition. The whole comment came out of the blue (which happens a lot with Little Man).
I recovered. The conversation continued.
Me: How do you know about mistletoe?
Little Man: Clifford. (… the Big Red Dog)
Me: OK, so tell me about it. What’s mistletoe?
Little Man: Mistletoe has 3 sides (I think he meant leaves) and if there is some you have to get kissed.
Me: Hmmm. OK. So if we had some….
Little Man: Then I would have to kiss you, and Daddy, and BK.
Me: What if you were under it?
Little Man: Then I would have to get kissed.
Me: I see. What do you think about that? Should we get some mistletoe?
Little Man: No.
I think I’m going to wake him up on Christmas morning by holding a big sprig of mistletoe over his head and becoming the kissy monster.
When he’s asleep at night and I check on him before I go to bed, IÂ give himÂ a kiss – and there’s not a hint of mistletoe in sight. Just sweet sleepy head.Â I wonder what he’d have to say about that????
Shhh … don’t tell him!!!!