“You know that little light on the smoke detector?
I told my kids that was the camera eye for Santa’s ‘I’m Watching You’ live feed.
You’re welcome.”
First of all — judge quietly.
Because if you’ve ever been one bedtime away from losing your sanity, you already understand that parenting is 40% love, 40% patience, and 20% creative storytelling under pressure.
Is it technically a lie?
No. It’s seasonal surveillance.
And let’s be honest — nothing motivates good behavior like the possibility of being watched by a jolly man with unlimited toys and questionable sleep habits. That tiny blinking light suddenly becomes the most powerful tool in the house. Forget time-outs. Forget lectures. Big Brother Santa has entered the chat.
Baby Yoda gets it. He’s seen things.
Parenting doesn’t come with a manual, just a series of moments where you decide between explaining fire safety for the eighth time or casually weaponizing holiday magic to keep the peace.
And before anyone clutches their pearls — the kids are fine. They’re loved. They’re safe. And they’re currently cleaning their rooms with urgency and purpose.
So yes, you’re welcome.
For the idea.
For the sanity saved.
For the quiet that followed.
One day they’ll laugh about it.
Today, you get five minutes of silence and a clean living room.
May the force be with you — and may that little blinking light continue doing the Lord’s work. 😌✨
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