Yesterday I got to babysit four of my favourite little people. Because I'm the world's most insane BEST babysitter, I told them I would let them stay up past their bedtime and watch a Christmas movie with me on the condition that they go straight to bed the minute the credits started rolling.

Obviously they agreed. What kid wouldn't?

We popped in Elf, and about halfway through the movie, six year old Austin looked at me.

"How do you spell the word 'friend'?"
"F-R-I-E-N-D."
"Okay. I need to go downstairs to do something."

Austin ran down the stairs, and about ten minutes later came back up holding a piece of paper. He thrust it into my hands and said, "I wrote a letter to Santa for you."