Santa has Cancer

I have always known that my youngest child is a bit on the strange side.  She has always left us guessing and I have had more than one teacher say to me that "she is a tough nut to crack".  Well, today she did not disappoint.  Picture it.  I'm in the kitchen getting our lunch ready and as she often does, Hannah hopped up on the counter to keep me company.  She was sitting near the sink and inside the sink was last nights' pot we cooked the corn beef in and it was soaking and was full of soap suds.  Hannah dipped her finger in the soap suds giving the appearance of white hair on her finger (if you really used your imagination) and said, "Hi, I'm Mrs. Santa.  How are you today?"  I played along and said that I was good.  After me and "Mrs. Santa" chatted for a while, I asked how Santa was doing.  Mrs. Santa answered in a low, sad voice, "Santa is sick.  He has cancer."  Then Hannah dipped her other finger in the suds and made is so the suds ran down her finger and said, "See this is Santa.  He has cancer so he is melting away."  I said in a horrified voice, "So you mean Santa is dying and won't ever deliver any more Christmas presents?"  And Hannah, very matter-of-factly said, "That's right!" I just shook my head and told her to smile for a picture.  Gotta love this kid and her twisted imagination.  Stay tuned!

Hannah and Mrs. Santa