Jennie had Eli dictate a letter to Santa this year. Keep in mind that he’s already asked us if Santa is real or pretend. We’ve not answered directly, but it’s starting to feel a little duplicitous. On the other hand, there’s the magic part. I remember knowing about Santa but not asking because I was afraid it was true, and therefore might short my annual gift haul. Eli is showing signs that he similarly gets the game.
Without further ado, here’s the letter, verbatim:
1 fork lift
2 actually I want to say something to santa: I love you santa. You give lots of presents to people. It’s fine. I love you santa.
3 I want a lifter truck. Please can I have it? You are just the best santa in the world. Can I have a lifter truck?
It’s hard to fathom that we’re coming up on Eli’s third birthday already. It’s not as hard to imagine when you talk to the boy. He’s still working on language, but he’s jumped from putting together sentences to making up stories and jokes. He used to reference “the Madger” but wouldn’t elaborate on what or who that is. More recently, he talks about his friend Sturpey, who apparently can drive. He frequently drives Eli’s friends to the Pole Trees (Chipotle) for “quesadisas”. Sometimes they pick one up for Mama, too.
In real life, it’s hard to glean who his best friend might be, but at school he likes Frankie, Piper, and Will the most (this week). I think the fact that they change classes at six month intervals based on their birthdays makes it a little difficult to be consistent with besties.