"And den he leaves..."

I think I've gone over this whole Santa thing with Eleanore at least 9,000 times a day, every day since the day after Thanksgiving. "On Christmas eve we bake cookies and then set them out with a glass of milk (or in our case, eggnog... gross). We go up to our rooms, go to sleep, and while we're sleeping... Santa comes!! He eats all of the cookies, and drinks all of the milk, and if you've been a good little girl, he fills your stocking with toys, and leaves presents for you under the tree. And then before you wake up on Christmas morning, he leaves! So when we wake up, the cookies and milk are all gone, and there are brand new toys waiting for us!".

This morning, as we were on our way into the kitchen to make vegan, gluten free, soy free, everything free Christmas cookies (my own recipe, if you don't mind me tooting my own horn *toot toot*), Eleanore randomly says "we make da cookies, den he leaves...", in her said-by-a-2-year-old-but-sounds-like-an-old-man voice. Finally, my endless explanation of all that is Santa, has payed off.

*insert happy mama face here*