This morning before school...

#1 Son: 'Member one day when we saw Santa Clause at Wal-Mart?
Husband: Yes. We did. That was a long time ago!
#1 Son: I gotted my picture taken on his lap, didn't I? (said with great pride)
Me: Well, sort of. Really you were trying to get away from him. (The picture is hysterical...#1 Son is trying to make a break for it & Santa is trying to keep him from smacking his little face on the tile floor...in our defence, it was #1 Son's idea to set on Santa's lap for the picture. We did not force him. He just changed his mind really quickly...and the lady snapped his picture just in time.)
#1 Son: Why did I try to get away?
Husband: You were scared of the Clause.
#1 Son: Santa doesn't have claws!
Husband: No, I mean you were scared of The Clause...Santa Clause.
#1 Son: Daddy, Santa doesn't have claws!
Husband: I mean he is The Clause...like you're The FarmHand.
#1 Son: Daddy, I don't have claws either.
Husband: No, you're #1 Son FarmHand...The FarmHand.
#1 Son: No, I'm #1 Son FarmHand. Not The.