Recently, I've been using the old "I'm gonna tell Santa that you're being naughty" line on Zoe. She's not too sure who Santa is, but she knows he's going to bring her chocolate--her favorite. She doesn't really care about toys; if you ask her what she wants for Christmas, or what she wants Santa to bring, she'll tell you "chawtlut".
Tonight at the supper table, she was being less that angelic (hmm, imagine that!). Stevie told her that she better be careful or she might just find a lump of coal in her stocking come Christmas morning. Zoe then picked up her invisible cell phone and "beep beep beep"ed in a telephone number. She then said, "'lo? NO chawtlut." And then she hung up.
I'm still chuckling...