So, the kids and I were in a local boutique yesterday afternoon. It's been two months since I've seen a mall, and I thought I might DIE if I didn't buy something that couldn't be categorized under "groceries/household" or "diapers". I just needed a little retail pick-me-up, you know? And while we may not have malls, or a single Nordstrom in this whole cheese loving state (::moment of silence::) ... we do have a few awesome local boutiques where I get to shop AND proudly support the local economy. Win-win! So yesterday, we headed into my favorite of these local places (it's called Latitudes, if you're ever in the area), and I wasted no time grabbing a few summery tops and dresses and ushering the littles into the dressing room. To buy myself a few minutes to try on those summery numbers, I handed over the trusty iPhone to Mister A. I told him he could play with it if he sat on his bottom and was very quiet and left his sister alone (she was happily snacking in her stroller and watching me shop, OMG I LOVE THAT GIRL). He took the iPhone deal and sat. His usual app of choice is that Talking Tomcat. We've also downloaded a variety of the other talking things. Talking Dino, Talking Giraffe, Talking OtherThingsThatAreAnnoying. J had also downloaded a Talking Santa to his phone around the holidays, but that's not one I've got in my lineup. So A, being 2.5 and all, decides the only Talking Anything he wants is the Talking Santa. That I don't have and that I'm not about to search for and purchase while half dressed behind a curtain in a boutique. So I'm trying to placate his "Tanta? Mama, pwease? Tanta?" pleads. I kept saying "honey, the Santa is on daddy's phone. Mommy doesn't have it. Pick something else to play with." But after like 5 minutes of that type of conversation over and over and over again .... I started to lose my patience and said a little bit more loudly than intended ..... "Anderson! There IS NO SANTA!"
Meaning, no Talking Santa app on my iPhone. Not meaning, no Santa in existence at all.
And then I walked out and the salesgirl was looking at me like I might be straight up crazycakes.