Santa's sack

We had Master A to play today, and he stayed for dinner. While I was preparing it the three toddlers played happily together on the lawn outside the kitchen door (the upper lawn we on the estate like to call it!) There was a full and tied rubbish bag in the kitchen and momentarily the three of them thought it would be a fun plaything and they dragged it into the lounge. I growled my scary mummy growl (sometimes when I use it Bax says "Mummy go back to work, Daddy come home now") and they returned the rubbish bag to the kitchen and went outside again.

Sometime later when the first shift had been put to bed I noticed the binbag was gone. I looked around for it. Couldn't find it. Not in cupboards, under furniture, behind curtains. Shortly G got home and he looked all over the garden.

Much much later when H and O and Ms Lili arrived I told them the funny story and we all had a bit of a look (10pm at night by this stage!)

I figure this is what happened: For weeks now we've all been saying Santa's coming, be good and get on the list, oooo is that reindeer I hear?, he'll be here soon everyone etc etc. And these three little kids saw the sack siotting there in the kitchen and they put two and two together and got a big bag full of pressies! So they figured "We'll stitch the old coot up and steal his presents, we've been waiting long enough and now he's finally here" So they pulled off a commando style raid and stole Santa's loot.

Except it wasn't loot it was rubbish.

And then they got bored with that and played another game by the swing, and then went for a bike ride (down to where we on the estate call the tennis lawn) and then they came in for their tea, and at 10.30pm there was I still looking for my ruddy bin bag!

Found it though, hidden under the pup tent.