Tonight in our town they are having a festival downtown and one of the things they have is a Santa for the kids. So we took Trevor down there to sit on Santa's lap. He was very excited about the prospect and practiced saying "I've been a good boy" and "I want a fishing rod" all the way there.
He stood in line really well, went right up to Santa, sat on his lap and dutifully reported that he had been a good boy. When asked what he wanted for Christmas, he replied "a fishing rod and a guitar." He got his candy cane and we headed for home.
The whole way home, Trevor talked about nothing but getting his fishing rod. When we got home, he started screaming "want my fishing rod" and threw himself on the ground kicking and screaming.
It finally dawned on me that he had no concept of when Christmas is, and he thought that if he sat on Santa's lap he would get his presents right away. Oops.
We tried to explain it to him, but he is 3. He wants his fishing rod.
Poor thing. I didnt know whether to laugh or cry or get frustrated. Fortunately he seems to be getting over it. We'll see how he is tomorrow!