RIP Santa

Happy Independence Day!  Here in the Krull household, we're keeping it festive by laying around in our pj's until it gets to the absolute pinnacle of scorchy-ness and then we'll venture outside for the fireworks this evening.

Seemingly out of the blue, Buddy walks up to me and asks, "Is Santa real?"  We of course are totally composed and ready for such a question, as evidenced in our honest replies of, "Uh... I dunno." (Gary) and "Ummmm, why do you ask what are you thinking what?" (me).  So then I launch into a nervous laugh, we look at each other and shrug, then I just spit out the truth.  We saw this coming, when he asked about the Easter bunny in April and we gave him the honest to goodness lowdown on the bunny and the Tooth Fairy while we were at it.  We shouldn't have been shocked.  But really, what child on earth is thinking about Christmas on the fourth of July when it is 110 degrees in the shade?

Circa 2007, at the height of believing