I always try to be so prepared at Christmas. I do my shopping early -- often online. I love online shopping. It is like I have my own personal shopping slave. I yell at Amazon...Nine West... Pumps...in brown...no chocolate brown...no three inch heel...no cheaper! And then bam, there they are in their splendid beauty. I know my 3 year old will love them...in my size. And my baby will want a cashmere sweater, in my color and size...he can grow into it. Ah, Christmas shopping is so selfless.
So, I am finished, completed, done! I love that feeling. Then, a dreadful thing occurred this morning. The kind of thing that sends pure terror coursing through your veins. The kind than makes your stomach flip and your heart race and your back sweat.
My three-year-old comes into my bed and cuzzles up next to me. He fixates his huge blue eyes on my slit morning eyes and asks, "Is Santa going to bring me a toy?"
"Why yes, if you are good. He is going to bring you a toy under the tree. How many do you think will be there?"
"I only want one." He says in his precious sweet angel voice. "I only want the movie with the lion and 2 girls."
What? What is he talking about? I have never heard of this before. Lion and two girls?
"Lion King? Is that what you want baby? With Simba and Nala?"
"No, mama." He gets his sad eyes and precious lips going. "It has a lion and 2 girls and the lion is nice and I love him. And that is what Santa will bring me! Cause I been good, right?"
Oh lord have mercy, he has a train set. What lion movie is he possibly talking about? HELP!