My very indignant 6-year-old has just stormed off in a huff after telling me and her Daddy that we’re mean.
It’s a snow day here in Birmingham. It started snowing yesterday and that started off an afternoon of singing “Do you want to build a snowman?” and sulking because there wasn’t enough snow on the ground to make a snowman. (Admittedly, that was from both myself and Chloe.)
We woke up this morning to find a lovely blanket of snow everywhere. Paul insists we have to eat breakfast and then we bundle up warm, make snow angels, have a snowball fight and build a snowman. Paul makes us lunch, we dry off and eat and start playing with Lego only to be asked when Santa is coming.
In her, admittedly very limited life experience, Chloe already associates snow with Christmas. There is snow, ergo it must be Christmas. I explain that Santa only comes at Christmas which is in December and it’s only March. Insert a quick learning moment where we go over our months and realise December is a whole nine months away and that Santa isn’t coming.
Chloe doesn’t like this answer. She gets up and runs off and the next thing I hear is “Daddy, when’s Santa coming?” Luckily, Paul heard my answer and tells her the same thing. Chloe was very unimpressed to hear this, shouts at us that we’re mean and stomped upstairs.
I know we should be telling her off for shouting at us and waking Harry up from his afternoon nap, but honestly I’m too busy laughing!