Lily and Santa

Yesterday, after Timothy was in bed, Lily and I sat at the kitchen table to do some coloring before it was her turn to get tucked in. Since it's November, Christmas is on the brain, and while I'm done shopping for Timothy other than his yearly ornament and some stocking stuffers, I'm having a harder time with ideas for Lily. So I posed the question: What do you want for Christmas?

She answered me in the most adult-sounding, I'm-so-superior-why-don't-you-already-know voice with, "A bike." Only it sounded more like,"A biiiiiike!!!" I reminded her that this was what she was going to ask Santa for, but wasn't there anything else she wanted? "From you guys, you mean?" Yes, I explained. From us. A puzzle was her answer. Which I already knew and have already purchased. But I needed another idea. She decided the only other thing her little heart could desire was a hurricane vase. Like the one I have on our table with miniature citrus in it. For her Tinkerbell table. Which lives in the closet under the stairs when not in use.

I decided I'll figure out something else on my own. But being the pot stirrer that I am, I decided to play a little devil's advocate.

Me: So you're going to ask Santa for a bike?
Lily: Yeeees.
Me: But what if he doesn't bring you a bike? (Even though I know he is since I happen to have an in with the man.)
Lily: If that's what I ask for, that's what he'll bring.
Me: So he has to bring you whatever you ask for?
Lily: Yes.
Me: But what if he decides he wants to bring you something different?
Lily: Well, we'll have to see about that. I'll have to talk to him.

If I were Santa, I'd just do what the girl says so no one gets hurt.