In Which We Are Introduced To The Demon Spawn

While riding in the car with my kids and their Dad I turned to look at my youngest and ask her what she wants for Christmas. She's an impish creature with big green eyes full of innocence and mischief and a blond bob cut that lends her an heir of arrogance.

"So, Little Miss Monkeybutt, what do you want for Christmas" I ask.

She then proceeds to name off everything from the Toys R Us Big Book flier.

"Honey, you know you're not going to get everything on your list" I reply

"Yes I am, Mommy, Santa will bring it to me" she says matter of factly.

And here is where Santa kills us parents because we've built this man up so much that my beautiful impish daughter truly believes he is capable of bringing her every last toy she's asked for. I decide I'm going to try to reason with a 6 year old.

"Well, Santa can't bring you everything because he also has to give toys to all the other kids too. And if he gives you all those toys then some little boys and girls won't get anything." I revel in my quick thinking and wait for her to agree with me. But no, not my daughter.

"Well then I guess those kids will just have to find new homes." She says nonchalantly.

My ex-husband and I look at each other slack jawed trying to figure what to even say to that. Does she truly believe that she is more deserving than other children? Where did we go wrong? And then I see the half smile on her mouth and know she's waiting for a reaction. I don't give her one and I have won this battle. The war wages on but in the end, Mom ALWAYS wins.