For Christmas my son asked Santa for a blue sled, and for the last week or so, he has been asking me constantly what I asked Santa for. And while this seems like a fairly simple question, I’m having a very hard time answering in a way that is satisfactory to my child.

What do I really want? I want my son to always be happy, healthy, and love me unconditionally forever – when I told him that he said, “No Mommy. What do YOU want for Christmas?!” as if I didn’t understand the question at all. Then he tells me that perhaps I should think about it and tell him in the morning.

Now I thought about telling him that I wanted a new pair of shoes, but then I realized that if a beautiful new pair of Louboutins, Pradas, or Viviers don’t magically show up on Christmas morning, he’ll realize that I’ve been a bit naughty this year and I’ll probably never, ever hear the end of it.