Calling Santa.....

So London is a great child with her brother, Madden. He absolutely adores her and she adores him right back. This being said, she has not been a great child to me. Thanksgiving day was embarrassing. She was grumpy, needed a nap, and only ate candy from our gingerbread houses that we were making. The only good thing about that craft was that it made her happy to eat the candy. London has been so naughty in fact that I made a phone call to Santa. This is how it went: Me: "Hey Santa this is Shelley...no, London's not being a good girl.....yeah, should I send back those presents?......" London stood there watching me quietly. She then stuck out her palm and said, "Let me talk to him." Uuhhh.......this was not going to the way I planned. Clearly, she was going to explain herself to him. "No," I said, "Only Mommy and Daddy can talk to Santa." This confused her somewhat and she threw a tantrum. I said, "Uh oh, Santa told me to send back those presents." I knew this would send her into immediate obedience. "Go ahead!" is what she said to me. Hmmm......I'm at a loss. So, watching "Elf" was the next step. Good news!! She now wants to be on the nice list really badly. So, later the other night she said, "Mom, you inspire me!" Where she got that line kind of confused me....so I rewound the movie she was watching (Ratatouille) and what do you know?! There was the inspiring line. Lesson learned, the way to get to my naughty girl is through movies, not Santa.