My angel

Zoe and I went to get a Christmas tree this afternoon. On the way she was counting all the other cars with trees strapped to their roofs.

On the way back, she told me she had a rule about Christmas, and did I want to hear it?

"I think I should get six presents from Santa because I'm 6 years old."

"Does Santa know this rule?"

"No. I'm not telling him."

"Oh yeah? So what happens when you're 40?"

"I get 40 presents."

"Be sure to let your husband know that before you marry him."

"What?"

"Before you get married, be sure to tell your husband this rule. Because that's a lot of presents he'll have to buy." And all of a sudden, I bit my lip. Because, why would he be buying presents if Santa is bringing them???

But I was saved.

"Who's my husband?"

"Whoever you choose to love, Zoe."

"When I get married, then my husband is my family?"

"Yep."

"I think David. He played with me after lunch."

"So, ahhh.... you picked a nice tree, honey."

"Or Santa. I love Santa."