“You know,” my son said, “Santa was just an ordinary man.”
“Yeah?” his friend said.
“Yeah,” my son replied. “But he was so good and kind that Jesus gave him magical powers.”
“You know he’s, like, 400 years old,” his friend said.
“Right,” my son mused. “But he only looks about 100.”
This is where I had to pipe in. “The next time I see Santa, I’ll be sure to say to him, I’ll say, ‘I know you’re 400 years old, but you don’t look a day over 100!'”
I started choking on my own laughter and had to put my McDonald’s to-go cup of coffee down for a second for fear that in all of the hilarity, I might spill it.
But when I glanced into the rearview mirror at the boys in the backseat, all I received back were blank stares.
It’s so hard being unappreciated, isn’t it?