A conversation I had with Isaiah this morning: (keep in mind that he is 6 years old, and that 4-year-old Katie was in the room)
Isaiah: I don't think Santa is real. But I could be wrong.
Me, cautiously: Oh, really? Where do the presents come from?
Isaiah: I think there is someone in every country that dresses up like him and gives everybody presents . . . but I guess he'd have to be very rich . . . hmmmm, yeah, I don't think Santa is real. But I could be wrong.
Me, staring intently at the back of Katie's head: What makes you think he isn't real?
Isaiah: Well, it would be so hard to give presents to every kid in one night. How could he do that?
Me, a bit brighter than necessary: He's magic, remember? That's how he does it! No normal person could do it, but Santa can.
Isaiah, uncertainly and just a bit sarcastically: Yeah, magic. That's how Santa could be real.