As of this morning, we had no idea what Santa was going to bring Three for Christmas. Previous conversations went like this:
Me: Three, what do you want Santa to bring you for Christmas?
Three: A DS. And a pen.
Me: But you can't have a DS until you are 7. Is there anything else you want Santa to bring you?
Three: A DS and a pen.
Me: Never mind.
This morning, we made some progress (sort-of).
Me: Three, what should Santa bring you for Christmas?
Three: A DS and a pen.
Me: You can't have a DS until you are seven. Is there anything else you want Santa to bring you?
Three: A laser. Lasers.
Me: A laser???
Three: Yes, lasers.
Me: What, may I ask, are you going to do with a laser?
Three: I'm going to shoot them. Pew! Pew! (shooting noises). And I'm going to kill her.
Me: Three, it's not nice to kill people. We don't shoot people with lasers.
Three: It's pretend. It's just lasers.
Me: So the only thing you want from Santa is a laser?
Three (exasperated, speaking as if I am a complete idiot): YES. And a DS.
Awesome. Those elves have their work cut out for them.
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