(Overheard conversation between Short and his buddy, also age five.)
Short: How many trees are in the world?
Buddy: I don’t know. How many?
Short: I’m asking you. How many?
Buddy: Tell me.
Short: (exasperated now) I don’t know! I’m asking you! How many trees in the world?
Buddy: Uh, I don’t know. How many?
Short: I think 3000.
Buddy: (silent agreement)
Short: How many dogs in the world?
Short: I think so, too.
Buddy: Short, how many Santas in the world?
Short: How many what?
Short: (confident) ONE!
Buddy: Cor---rect! Good job.
I need to be the carpool-driving mom more often.
*amendment: At breakfast this morning, Short told me how Santa gets through locked windows and doors. "He's kind of like a ghost, Mom, that's how it works." So great to have a resident Santa expert in the house to explain these things to me.........................