[I‘m standing at the kitchen counter frosting cookies and Dean walks behind me on his way through the kitchen the kitchen…]

Dean: Ooooh! That cookie looks good!

Momo: Which one?

Dean: [comments over his shoulder on his way out the door] The one that’s made with love.

[Jaw drops from both parents]

 

Momo: [unconvincingly trying to explain why Santa Claus’s image cannot be captured on film… but only on Christmas Eve because otherwise, he takes photos with kids all through the month of December…🤦‍♀️]

Dean: Why can’t you just say it, Mommy?! Why can’t you just say the truth?!

Momo: What truth?

Dean: That you and daddy buy the presents and put them under the tree!

Momo: …

Daddy: …

Momo: …

Momo: It is true. Daddy and I have always made Christmas magic for you. Are you okay with that?

Dean: Okay?! I’m fine!!! Christmas is weeks away! I’ll probably forget everything you said by then!

😳

At least he admits that he doesn’t listen to us!