I'm incredibly lucky to have two kids with spectacular senses of humor. I need to remember that.
Last Friday they went to see Santa. My rule is they've got to get their picture made with Santa until they are 18. So instead of subjecting them to standing in line to see Santa with their mother (and subjecting me to listening to them complain), I had Emily (nanny, driver, 'manager') take them. She said they were fussing and complaining away so she told them to do anything, even act crazy around Santa but just hush and get the picture done. So the boy came up with a plan and the girl went along.
Apparently they sit down on Santa's lap and the boy starts looking all cutsy, shrugs his shoulders and in a fairly feminine voice tells Santa that he wants a multi colored pony for Christmas. Santa, a little perplexed, then turns to the girl who deadpans "and I want a gun". Shocked, Santa looks at Emily who is a bit surprised they actually did it, steps back and tells Santa that they aren't hers, she only watches them. Luckily Santa has a pretty good sense of humor himself so he kept my kids there for a very long time. The boy was asking questions about the universe (So Santa, since you've been all over everywhere, how big IS the universe) and Santa was having a grand ole time goofing with them. Eventually the picture takers had to remind Santa that there was a string of little kids waiting and off my two went.
The picture is awesome. I'll post it later.