As we were putting out cookies for Santa on Christmas Eve,
I accidentally dropped one.
"No problem," I said, picking it up and dusting it off before placing it back on the plate.
"You can't do that," argued my four year old.
"Don't worry. Santa will never know."
He shot me a look. "So he knows if I've been bad or good,
but he doesn't know the cookie fell on the floor?"