Don't go starting trouble with Santa.

Yeah, yeah, I know it's been forever... not even trying to make excuses.

Christian comes into the room today.

C: Mom, I need trouble from Santa.

me: Huh, you're not in trouble, buddy. What's up?

C: I need some trouble from Santa.

me: But you don't want to be in trouble with Santa. What did you do?

C: Mom, trouble, I want it.

me: Huh?

At this, Christian opens the desk draw that holds 'the list' and takes his out.

C: Mom. Trouble. Can we put it on the list?

Ahhh, Trouble.

me: You want the game Trouble, buddy?

C: Yes, mama.