This Morning I Called Santa To Report CootieBoy’s Naughty Behavior

This morning I had to call Santa. It was not a fun call to make, since I was reporting CootieBoy’s errant behavior. He was not cooperating about anything – he didn’t want to go to the potty, he didn’t want to get dressed, he didn’t want to wear that shirt, he didn’t want to wear his shoes, he didn’t want that coat, etc etc etc.

At about the halfway point I had had enough of his antics, and told CB that I was calling Santa to report CB’s behavior and have him moved to the naughty list.

“Are you going to tell him I’m GOOD?” CootieGirl piped up in excitement.

“Sure,” I said, then pointedly looking at CootieBoy.

I picked up the phone, dialed our number, and promptly had a nice little conversation with Santa once his secretary patched me through. I advised Santa of CootieGirl’s excellent behavior getting ready for school in the morning, and then lamented over CootieBoy’s inability to obey his parents. Santa advised me that he would put CootieBoy on the naughty list for a single day, but that he wanted me to report back tomorrow morning as to whether CootieBoy had shaped up.

I hung up, told CootieBoy he was temporarily on the naughty list, only to have him dissolve into a puddle of tears on the floor at the idea of being on the naughty list. I got on the floor next to him and assured him that it was strictly temporary and that if he began being a good boy again that I would call Santa tomorrow and tell him to put him back on the Nice list. Encouraged by that, CootieBoy got up and began to cooperate. He wasn’t the Golden Boy – he still protested a few more things, but at least he wasn’t attempting to scratch or kick me (bonus!).

Meanwhile, CootieGirl was elated that I gave Santa a good report on HER behavior. She’s such a people pleaser, that one.