Baby Billy was sitting in his mother's kitchen, watching her prepare the Thanksgiving meal.
"What are you doing?" Billy asked.
"Oh, I'm just stuffing the turkey," his mother replied.
"That's cool!" Billy said. "Are you going to hang it next to the bear?"
As we were putting out cookies for Santa on Christmas Eve, I accidentally dropped one. "No problem," I said, picking it up and dusting it off before placing it back on the plate.
"You can't do that," argued my four-year-old.
"Don't worry. Santa will never know."
He shot me a look. "So he knows if I've been bad or good, but he doesn't know if you dropped a cookie on the floor?"