Claire: I want to see Santa Claus.
Me: We can't see Santa until winter -- when it's cold and snowing.
Claire: Where's Santa?
Me: He's at the North Pole making toys.
Claire: How can we see him?
Me: We can't.
Me: We don't have any reindeer.
Claire: We could buy reindeer.
Me: They don't sell reindeer.
Claire: Yes, they do. By the dog food.
Touche, little one.
P.S. Don't judge my pony-tail skills. You try putting piggy tails in fuzzy/tangly/too short toddler hair while they are strapped in the car seat trying to look around you as you frantically search for wisps of hair that have fallen out. Also, most days we're lucky to get out of our PJs, so this is a HUGE success.