This is a little exchange between Carson and I the other day:
“Wouldn’t it be funny if grandma was the one that believed in Santa but her friends didn’t.”
(He was talking about Virginia in the book Yes, Virginia There is a Santa Clause.)
“Because she is old like olden days and it could be her.”
(I told him it wasn’t grandma, but I knew what he was talking about. Then we tried to think of the little girl’s name in the story. For some reason I was having a total mental blank at the time.)
Before I could think of it Carson comes up with this...
“I know. Is it Betty White?”