The other night, Larsson and I waited for the light to turn green at a busy intersection, Larsson suddenly burst out excitedly, "Mommy, my see Santa!"
I looked to my right and saw an older gentleman with a white beard and puffy jacket walking in the dusk. I quickly realized he was one of the homeless people that frequent the intersection to beg for money, and he is the crazy kind that talks to himself.
I thought quickly and replied, "Is he here to make sure you are being a good boy?"
Larsson said, "yea, my a good boy."
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