I guess we're off the hook!

Whenever I feed Gavin I go into his room and sit in the big comfy rocking chair. Brody grabs a book (lately it's been one called "A Letter to Santa") and climbs up next to me to read it. (His reading usually consists of turning pages- he's like his mom- gets bored easily!) I usually just ask him about the pictures and make up my own "shortened version" of the story. I ask him "who's that?" and "where's Santa?" or "What does Santa say?". He knows who Santa is, and obviously remembers how much he hated the big red guy last year. For the past two days all I hear, every time he looks at the book, is:

"I no Santa come"
Translation- "I don't want Santa to come"

OK- If you say so :)