While driving around running errands today with Blythe as my shopping buddy (we were out stimulating the economy), from the backseat she said, "Mom, when I grow up, I want to go the North Pole and work for Santa."
"Well," I replied, "adults don't actually work for Santa and live at the North Pole. Only elves work for him."
There was a pause as Blythe thought about this, and then she said, "I could be the supervisor."
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