Pretty sure I had a cuteness attack on the way home from Cub Scouts tonight hearing all this:
Before heading home:
S: Mommy, I want to ride with you.
M: Why?
S: Because you're beautiful.
On the way home:
S: All I want for Christmas is all my teeth [since he's missing about five right now].
M: Yes, maybe. That was in California.
S: What was that thing Santa handed out?
M: Candy canes.
S: Oh, yes, those. That's what I like about Christmas. Christmas is so decorative!
S: Can you write Santa a letter anytime? Not a here's what I want letter, but like a compliment note? [Then, without pause, and referencing a website we use to write Santa letters and get an immediate response:] Mom, I know Santa's not real because he can't get a letter in the Antarctica that quick.
M: He does visit all the houses in one night, so maybe he can get a letter and send it back that quick.
S: There's only 12 hours in one night. How can he visit all the houses?
M: Maybe that's the magic of it. Are you looking forward to Christmas since it's coming up?
S: Yes. And my birthday. Did you know Santa can see me right now?
M: Yes. He's checking to see if you're being naughty or nice.
S: I've been a little naughty.
M: Yes, you have.
S: I'm going to be in between naughty and nice.
Later on:
S: Since I was grown up I wanted to make a machine that could make me fly, and clean my room, and climb walls like Spiderman. Since I was like five, I wanted to do that.
Still later in the car...
S: When my tooth falls out I will have an upside down C in my mouth.
S: Anybody who wants my tooth to fall out say, "Aye."
And when we got home:
S: Daddy wanted to yank my tooth out and I said, "No can do. Doodly do."
S: Mommy, can you write the tooth fairy a note that I yanked my tooth out?
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