We've had an epic parenting fail.
When you ask most kids about why we have Christmas, they'll rattle something off about Santa or more importantly Jesus.
But not Cole.
Nope. For weeks, he was convinced that the reason we celebrate Christmas was because it's his birthday. Makes logical sense if you think about it. The only time he probably remembers getting presents is on his birthday. After getting asked 50 zillion times every day if it was "me birthday?", I decided to go a different route. I tried explaining that the real reason we celebrate Christmas is because it's Jesus' birthday.
Cole was having none of it.
You should have seen the look on his face. It was one of those "Mom. Seriously?" kind of looks Pearl shoots at me when she thinks I totally don't get it.
So... I tried it's Santa's birthday. The kid has to believe that one, right?
Wrong again.
Apparently the reason we have Christmas is because, according to Cole's own logic, it's Big Blue's birthday.
Yep. Big Blue. As in the Big Blue mascot at Utah State.
I have no idea where this kid got the idea. I mean, his Dad only has an entire Christmas tree dedicated to blue, white, and USU ornaments with a Big Blue bobble head zip tied to the top (with two blue balls... he he he). The only Christmas decoration that kid was actually excited to help with too (see picture with all the blue balls lined up together). And he nearly threw a conniption fit when we left Locker 42 without the real helmet. $650 is but a small price for happiness I guess.
We have failed as parents.
Or have we?