Mama Claus...BUSTED!

As I was sitting in the living room I hear Emily yelling something from the front door. She runs in to see me shaking a piece of paper and angrily screaming, "I know why Santa did not bring me the cookie baker I asked for! Why didn't you mail this letter? I specifically asked for a cookie baker, why didn't you send this!" Trying desperately not to laugh I told her we took the letter and faxed it to Santa so that he would get it faster. Who would have thunk her own mother would almost let the cat out of the bag. Put another quarter in the piggy bank reserved for counseling.