Ho, Ho... Hmmm

About a month before Christmas I realized I had not been utilizing the best thing that Santa has to offer... the threat of no presents! The little girls were skeptical. Each time I put his name forward, it was pushed back at me with a practical response.

"Santa can't see me."

"Santa's not here."

"Santa doesn't know what I'm doing."

Time for the big guns!

"You know who I'll have to call?"

Well I was certain they did, but Hadley said no. Chloe had a very good idea though. She looked at me and said,

"Nanny McPhee?"

I started to tell her that no, I had meant Santa Clause, but thought... why not?

"Yes, Nanny McPhee. I'm going to call Nanny McPhee!"

"You don't know her number."

"I looked it up on the internet."

I picked up the phone and heard the familiar pulsing dial tone that signifies there are messages on the line. I dialed my phone number and began retrieving my messages. The girls went crazy. They were in tears and begging me to hang up the phone. I listened to my message with as close to a straight face as possible. By the time I hung up the phone they were like putty in my hands.

I've decided Santa's reign on managing children's behavior is on its way out. It seems he's too happy, fun, and red. And his laugh... well, it's adorable. And come on, he's way too seasonal. Parents can only capitalize on him three months of the year, max. But Nanny McPhee... now she's just plain scary and always accessible!

Thank you Universal Pictures!!!