In the midst of a fit at Wal-Mart...
Dr Pop: When I talk to Santa tonight, do I need to tell him you've been misbehaving?
Little Pop: Nooooo!!!!!
Dr Pop: Okay. But you need to behave yourself. I can't lie to Santa.
Little Pop: 'kay.
Mrs Pop: Little Pop, it's time for bed.
Little Pop: No!
Dr Pop: I can't call Santa until you are in bed.
Little Pop: Oh! Running to the living room
Dr Pop: So, what should I tell Santa when I talk to him tonight?
Little Pop: Ummmm... Uhhh... I want you to tell him I was a good boy.
Dr Pop: Anything else?
Little Pop: Ummmm... Umm... I'm gonna God Bless Santa!
Dr Pop: Okay. Blast off! (bedtime ritual wherein Dr Pop lifts Little Pop into my arms to head upstairs to bed)
In bed, saying prayers...
Little Pop: Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. May angels watch me through the night, until I wake with morning light. No God Bless.
Mrs Pop: You don't want to God Bless anybody?
Little Pop: Noooo.
Mrs Pop: Are you sure?
Little Pop: Oh. God Bless Santa!
Mrs Pop: Anyone else?
Little Pop: Nooo.
Mrs Pop: Okay. Good night. I love you. Do you know how much?
Little Pop: This much and more (stretching his arms wide).
Mrs Pop: That's right.
Little Pop: Now go get Daddy.
Daddy's turn to tuck in Little Pop...
Dr Pop: Mommy told me you didn't God Bless Daddy.
Little Pop: No. I don't wanna God Bless Daddy.
Dr Pop: Well I'm about to call Santa and I still don't know what to say to him.
Little Pop: I just God Blessed Daddy!
Dr Pop: To who?
Little Pop: Mommy!
I can't decide if this is funny, sweet, or a little sad.