The other morning Alex and Julia were squabbling about something downstairs. I was in the kitchen working on cookies (what else?) and Bill went down to shush them after a while because there seemed to be no end in sight and we were tired of listening.
He went downstairs and, because it is December, trotted out the old "Santa’s watching you!" tactic. He used that warning voice, intended to subdue them with the fear of coal in their stockings.
And Alex said, skepticism creeping into his sweet little boy voice, "How can he be watching everyone all the time? He’s need to have a thousand heads!"