Her: I was glad that Santa didn’t give me a lump of coal.
Me: Me too.
Her: Who does he give coal to?
Me: Bad children.
Her: Am I sometimes bad?
Me: Well, yes, like when you had a hissy fit in the supermarket on Saturday and everybody looked at us and I was mortified.
Her: What do good children do?
Me: When their parents say they can’t have something, they don’t make a fuss.
Her: Not even a small hissy fit?
Me: Not even a small hissy fit.
Her: Are there any good children in real life?
