tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691903910632156130.post5822277555445197296..comments2023-09-02T08:04:10.309-04:00Comments on It's a Great Life...: The TalkLilliGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09367991827983761994noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691903910632156130.post-19652819566951466312009-12-04T16:13:01.678-05:002009-12-04T16:13:01.678-05:00wow, yeah I am not looking forward to doing that w...wow, yeah I am not looking forward to doing that with my son. I keep thinking it is the last year and hoping for another. He is turning 8 next month so maybe one more year past this, who knows. as far as what to say, I have no idea what I will tell him but I am sure pretty close to what you said. That was defiantly good :-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691903910632156130.post-89545858952384903262009-11-30T21:32:09.096-05:002009-11-30T21:32:09.096-05:00wow that is a hard one I'm not looking forward...wow that is a hard one I'm not looking forward to, glad it went well for you!small town dykehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09840067144266971548noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691903910632156130.post-61264000413809308002009-11-30T21:25:36.908-05:002009-11-30T21:25:36.908-05:00When I was a kid, I figured it out pretty early. I...When I was a kid, I figured it out pretty early. I asked my mom, when I was about three, why Santa kept leaving price tags on the gifts in my stocking. My dad's explanation, that Santa didn't have time to make all the gifts and so had to make a last-minute shopping trip - well, it really didn't wash. But I wasn't officially told until I was eight, I think.<br /><br />The good part about that was my mom let me help fill the stockings! And I got to eat Santa's cookies after my little brothers went to bed!Annahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07874329165667110488noreply@blogger.com