We need to do a better job of marketing Santa around here... his brand is in the toilet compared to other mythical beings.
Tim had a late dinner with friends last night, and I decided to nip Joey's normal nighttime shenanigans in the bud with a pre-emptive Santa strike.
Me, as I'm tucking Joey into bed: No playing around tonight. Santa's watching you, and he's going to know if you're being a good boy or a bad boy.
J: What? He can't see me.
Me: Yes, he can. He can see everything and anything.
J: But my blinds are closed and my door is shut.
Me: That doesn't matter. Santa has super powers.
J (shocked): No, he doesn't! Santa isn't as cool as Superman!
Me: Santa just heard you say that.
Joey (looking around with huge eyes): Oh.I'm happy to report that he was only out of bed once for a legitimate bathroom trip... and that was on tiptoe. If only Santa was around year-round!