We were driving our Moondog, Danny, to the airport the other day. On the way there, we were entertained by Danny's riddles, the alphabet game, and Tyler asking questions about baseball's MVPs from a book he had with him. (It was about that time that I realized Danny was born the year I graduated from college *gulp*.) It was a great trip, conversation-wise, but we were all really sad that Danny was going home. Really sad.
On the way home from the airport, we had this conversation:
T: Mom, do you believe in Santa Claus?
Mom: nods affirmatively
M: I don't and you'll never convince me, Tyler.
T: I believe because I SAW him. I woke up early and saw Santa and the reindeer leaving. Plus...I KNOW Mom and Dad would NEVER get me a cell phone.
Mom: nods affirmatively and smiles broadly
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