Rio has just figured out that Santa will be coming tomorrow night.
“We’ll have to put out a plate of cookies for him,” I said.
“Cookies? For Santa?”
“Yes. You put out cookies and milk for him. Santa likes cookies.”
“We get to eat the rest of the cookies, right? We don’t have to give them all to Santa?”
“uh…sure. We’ll have cookies too.”
Rio gives me an extremely stern look, leans in close. She’s like a shrewd wife at the market, suspecting she’s being had.
“WHY DO WE HAVE TO SHARE OUR COOKIES WITH SANTA?”
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