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7:24 a.m. - 2004-11-18
ME: Do you know who's coming to see you soon? ANDREW: Grandma? ME: Noooo. He comes at Christmas time. ANDREW: Santy Claus?? ME: That's right! Santa Claus! (Approximately one mile of complete silence) ME: Do you know what Santa Claus does? ANDREW: Bring me toys?? ME: That's right! He brings you toys! (Another mile of silence) ME: What do you want Santa to bring you? ANDREW: Toys! ME: Well ... yeah, toys. But what KIND of toys? Do you want a new Thomas train? ANDREW: No. (Shit. He's got SIX new Thomas trains at the top of my closet already) ME: Do you waaaaant ... new trucks? ANDREW: No. (Double shit. This is going to be a miserable Christmas) ME: What do you want then? ANDREW: (thinking hard) ME: A new Winnie the Pooh DVD? ANDREW: Carrots. ME: Carrots? ANDREW: Carrots. ME: You don't even like carrots. ANDREW: I want carrots. ME: You get toys from Santa Claus ... not vegetables. What toys do you want? ANDREW: CARROTS!! ME: Not carrots. Toys. What toys do you want? ANDREW: (Crying) CARROTS!!! I WANT CARROTS!! I WANT SANTY CLAUS TO BRING ME CARROTS!!! ME: Fine. Carrots. Santa will bring you carrots and that's all. No toys. Just carrots. ANDREW: Carrots. ME: Carrots. ANDREW: Carrots. (Silence for the rest of the way home)
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