Today the girl and I are driving around town to pick up a last minute gift. We’re listening to (commercial free) Christmas music on my Sirius Satellite Radio. (I LOVE my satellite radio)
I hear this comment from the back seat.
“Mommy, I don’t like this song very much.”
“Why not? What’s wrong with it?”
“Well, I just imagine that he would keep getting hurt?”
“You know… always going down chimneys… he’d get hurt!”
“Um, Sweetie, the song isn’t about Santa as a BABY… it’s about calling Santa ‘baby’ like calling him ‘honey’ or ‘darling’… you know, a nickname.”
<<long pause from the back seat>>