The other day Robert asked if he could have a tennis racket. I told him to put it on his Christmas list. The following conversation then took place.
Robert: I'll ask for it from Santa. ...pause... Of course, Mom, you know who really does that.
Me: Does what?
Robert: You know. Who puts the stuff out at night.
Me: What stuff?
Robert: Mo-om - the presents
Me: Who puts the presents out?
Robert: Mom, you know that you do it.
Me: Do what?
Robert: (with a big grin) You put the presents under the tree.
Me: Do you think so?
Robert: Yes, I do.
Me: Well, honey, you know...
Robert: I know, I know! If you don't believe in Santa, he doesn't bring anything except coal for your stocking. I believe in Santa! I do!
Funny kid. And smart. If you say you don't believe in Santa, he doesn't come.