For all Will's scientific reasoning, he still believes wholeheartedly in Santa Claus. It warms my heart to see him still being a kid, even when his thoughts go to subjects that are much more mature on a regular basis. Tonight's conversation at bedtime:
Will: Mom, I think I'd like to sleep in the family room (where the Christmas tree is set up) on Christmas Eve.
Me: Oh, I'm not so sure that's a good idea Will.
Will: Why not?
Me: Because then Santa may not come. He knows if you're sleeping and he knows if you're in your room.
Will: You mean he's got metaphysical cameras everywhere?
Me: Uh, ya. Something like that.
Did I mention that I love my son?