Danger Monkey, age 9: “If we had roads, and a whole year, could we ride our bikes all the way to the North Pole?”

Me: “Goodness no. The poles are way too cold for human life.”

Little Miss Thing, age 6: “Then how does Santa live there?!?”

Me: “It really doesn’t make much sense, does it?”

(long pause)

Me: “How do you think it works?”

LMT: “I think he wears 200 coats and that’s why he looks so fat.”

Me: “Yep. I think you figured it out.”