Patrick was gone all last weekend on a guys trip to the LSU-Florida football game down in Baton Rouge. He came back on Sunday afternoon with a belly full of jambalaya and gumbo. All four of us ladies were ecstatic to have him home, and we were enjoying a nice Sunday dinner all together again—that is, until this conversation happened:
P (to me): So, one of the guys mentioned this weekend that his son didn’t find out that Santa’s not real until he was in 5th grade!
me: (I didn’t say anything but gave him a look that said, “Do you realize that we have two Santa-believing daughters sitting right across the table from us?”)
K: Santa’s not real?
Oh boy. What exactly was in that jambalaya?