The other day in the car, Nico asked me which direction we were driving. "North," I responded.
"North!!!! That's where Santa Claus lives!!!" he exclaimed.
"That's right, Nico! Santa lives in the North Pole."
Nothing quite equals the disdain of a pre-schooler. "Uh, NO, Mom. Santa lives in the North HOLE."
Oh. Thanks for correcting me on that one, son.