Let me preface this post with this: my six year old is WAY too much like me.
So a few weeks ago my sweet little six year old says to me"Mom, I know what I am going to ask Santa to get you for Christmas, a robot to do the laundry, clean the house and make breakfast ON TIME". I laugh and tell him, "Hunny that is called a maid and Santa can't afford a maid for our house". I think he had good intentions. Maybe if I am really good this year Santa will bring me a maid. Or according to my husband really naughty, ha, ha.
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