“What time do you guys fight Santa?”

“What time do you guys fight Santa?”
The days of, “there are no socks up here” quickly become “I’m going to a study group with friends” as they hit the teenage years.
They are stream of consciousness words. Most times, I don’t even know what they are going to be until I say them.
Ugh! Why would you make him kiss me like that!?
I started to piece the puzzle together and that’s when I learned that, as a dad, I was given pretty much free reign to be as dorky as I wanted.