Taking Z and A home the other day we passed the local grade school, where Santa comes to visit every year. This is a high quality affair. They actually give gifts to all of the kids who come to see St. Nick. Here's the conversation that Z and I had about this:
Z: I was too afraid to talk to Santa Claus last year. I didn't know what to say to him.
Me: You could just tell him thank you for the gift.
Z: No, I mean I don't know what to say when he asks me if I've been good this year.
Me: Well, what do you think? Were you good this year?
Z: I don't know. Do you think I was good or bad?
Me: Well, you were good a lot of the time, but sometimes you were bad.
Z: I'll just tell him I was good all the time.
Me (laughing): That would be lying, though. That's not good.
Z: He's just pretend, Dad. He wouldn't know I was lying.
Me: I guess that's true.
Z: Only Mommys and Daddys know if you've been good or bad.
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