the tindog coffeehouse

Our 4-year-old daughter Erin is 110% personality, a perfect blend of sweetness and sass. She’ll give a you look–a quick glance out of the corner of her eye with a huge smile–that just melts your heart. Or she’ll say something that to her is no big deal, but to us is one of those “priceless” moments you want to remember forever.

She likes to say the blessing before dinner and usually rattles off the standard “God is great, God is good” prayer, and last night was no exception. But then she ended it with, “God, I love you. I love you because you make the best mommies and daddies in the whole world.” Well, of course Christy and I just looked at each other and almost burst into tears!

Then later we were watching one of those animated “Santa Claus is Coming to Town” shows from the 70s, and it was all about how the baby Santa was raised by elves to grow up to be Santa Claus. Erin looks up at me and says, “There’s a song in Mommy’s car about the baby Santa!” I was confused for a moment until I realized she was right. The song, of course, is the old Eartha Kitt song “Santa Baby.”