I go by cool

“Amanda, you look super cute in your new soccer outfit!”

“Mum, I don’t go by cute, I go by cool.”

“Amanda, do you want to see if Katie can play today?”

"Mum, we don’t call it play anymore, we hang out.”

All said with attitude of course. What happened to my six-year old?

But then again, last night she couldn’t sleep and I told her to start thinking about her wish list for Santa and I told her I would do the same.

“But mommy, how will he know where we are?”

“Oh, remember the Santa satellite? We talked about it last year. And now Santa has email! Write your list and we can send it to him.”

My dad is coming for a visit to help us unpack (hopefully we will by then have things to unpack) and buy Christmas presents. When I told the kids about that both of them exclaimed:

“But Santa makes the gifts! He makes all of them!”

Ooops.

Christmas trees are already for sale, big ones, small ones, all planted in big, green buckets by the side of the road and we hope there will still be some around the weekend before Christmas when we will find the perfect one to decorate and enjoy for one whole week before flying off to our sunny holiday break in Vietnam. Hopefully we will also have our own decorations to decorate it with….the missing container saga continues….