Memories

Speaking of sweet Cole, today I was reminded of ChaChi. When Cole was two years old, he called Santa, "ChaChi". I don't know why, it's just one of those two year old things. We all loved it. He was hysterical with ChaChi sightings. We would drive around looking at Christmas lights and he would yell from the back seat "MO CHACHI!" if the house didn't have a Santa decoration. Like, Move along mom. I've got more ChaChi to see. I promised myself that I would only ever call the big man in the red suit ChaChi.

Guess what - I forgot all about it. Really, my kids are that grown up? How do I forget ChaChi? It's only been a couple years? Horrible. I miss that two year old. He's great at six, but how he stole my heart with his funny toddler sayings.

He's been very inquisitive about Santa and asking really difficult questions to answer. That and he has a memory of a steel trap. He found all the presents in early November. Keith thinks we only have maybe a Christmas or two left for him to belive in ChaChi. Please tell me he's kidding. I mean he just got old enough to understand it. Am I going to have to up my creativity and play into his intellegence? Game.On.