Me: Alison, you better straighten up!
Me: Okay, I will just tell Santa when he calls that you are being a very bad girl. He won't like that.
Ali: (short pause, thoughtful look) Can we call Santa, Mommy? I wanna talkta Santa! I call him on yer phone! Santa, wheh ahh you?
Me: (slapping self upside the head for thinking this would work)
The next day.....
Ali: Mom, when Santa gonna call? I talk to him? I tell him bring me some pwessent! For Chwissmas! I yike Santa! I call him now, okay?
Me: (again with the slapping)
The next day....
Ali: I doen yike Santa.
Me: You don't like Santa?!
Ali: No. I doen yike him. He mean.
Me: Oooooh, you better not say that! He won't bring you any presents!
Ali: I juss kidden! I yike him yots, Mommy! He nice. I just kidden.
I asso yike yong walks on da beach, Dora, and canny. You habb some canny? I can habb it?