Dear Santa

Dear Santa

Dear Santa,

How are you doing?

I know you might be very busy already since Christmas is just around the corner and I can imagine that North Pole is in full swing by now. Letters might have started to trickle in, I know this because my son already sent his.

Do you know that you still owe me that BMX bike I so fervently asked from you a million years ago? Yeah, but let’s forget about that. It was a good thing that you never sent me that gift because knowing what I know about me now, I could have easily just crashed it into a wall or fell off a cliff with it, just like what I did with my neighbor’s bike. Good thing it wasn’t my bicycle, huh? READ MORE...

When hell breaks loose, blame it on the tooth fairy

When hell breaks loose, blame it on the tooth fairy

It is with a heavy heart today that I announce, the tooth fairy has been unmasked.

I’ve been busted.

You can hand me the cone of shame anytime now.

We all know who the tooth fairy is, right? Sometimes it’s the man of the house, sometimes it’s the one who thinks she’s always right. Ahem. Whut?!

In our house, it has always been me. Why? Because I think I make a better looking tooth fairy. And all these years, due to unexplainable sentimental hoarding, I have kept my son’s teeth in a tiny tin box. If somebody out there is doing the same thing, I implore you, get rid of them NOW! I don’t know if you’ve noticed it, but little people are skilled at finding stuff you don’t want them to see. My kids have proven this so many times, but it looks like I have never learned my lesson. READ MORE...