Boogs: Momma, I don't know if Santa really exists.
M: Why do you say that?
B: Well, if Santa really exists I don't think he is a star.
M: (my blank look of incomprehension made him explain)
B: Because he would have to be a star up in the sky to watch everyone all the time even when it is not the real Santa day before Christmas.
This conversation came out of the blue. We were playing with his toys. I love his random comments. This morning, after I gave him a kiss, he asked, "Can I just wipe off the juice and keep the kiss?"