“Is Santa Claus Real?”

It finally happened. The question that every kid inevitably asks came last night (albeit a lot sooner than I thought it would). I overheard this exchange in the backseat on the way home from the land:

Older brother: Is Santa real?

Little brother: No, Santa is not real.

Older brother: Does Santa wear a costume? But he has a beard. His beard is real, right?

Little brother: No! I said he NOT real because he’s not!

Older brother: Yes he is real. Remember when we just see him at that place? He’s at the North Pole. Wait, the North Pole is a long time to get there, right?

**5 minutes goes by with multiple conversations in between**

Older brother: But is Santa real or no?

Little brother: No! I said he is not real!

From the mouths of babes. Their endless conversations are always a source of joy and humor and wonderment for me. I’ve said it before, but I’m going to miss these ages when they get older. Granted, these funny conversations are peppered in between a whole lot of hard and frustrating moments, but the ages they are now are sooooo fun. I love seeing the world through their eyes.

Is Santa Claus real? Well, he is for now :).