I've been trying to get you excited about all the sights and sounds and traditions of Christmas.
You can't figure out why we suddenly have a large tree in the living room. For the first couple of weeks, each time we turned on the lights you'd say, "Mama! I think I scared!"
You're not too sure about why anyone should have to endure snow. You are kind of baffled by Frosty the Snowman. And so far you could not care less about Santa.
Although, the other day there was a catalog on the counter that had a picture of good ol' Saint Nick on the cover and you said, 'Look, Mama! It dat guy!"
Yes, sweetheart. "It dat guy".
One step at a time, I guess. One step at a time.