Harlee (with her finger raised to her cute little chin): Mom, does Santa have a girlfriend?
Me: Nope. He has a wife!
Harlee: A wife?
Me: Yes, a wife. And she wears a red and white dress.
Harlee: Wow. I bet she's beautiful like me.
I could do nothing but smile. She absolutely IS beautiful.
Five minutes later, she was zonked...
