Somebody's getting coal in his stocking

Moon: Mom, I kind of don't believe in the tooth fairy.
Me: Why not?
Moon: I dunno. I just don't.
Me: What about Santa? And the Easter Bunny?
Moon: I dunno.
Me: You don't know if you believe in Santa Claus? He only brings presents to kids who believe in him.
Moon: I think the Santa thing is really pretty ridiculous.
Me: Oh?
Moon: Yeah, I mean, come on. Flying reindeer? Seriously?

Move over Jonas Brothers

I always think it's nice to have music in the house. D. and Moon both like to play guitar, and Peanut bangs on the drums or piano. We do whatever we can to encourage their musicality.

Or, we did. Until they started writing their own songs.

Peanut and Moon in unison:
My wiener's gi-ant/
gi-ant, GI-ant/
My wiener's GI-ant/
It doesn't fit in my pants.

Me: Boys, just for the record, neither one of you has a giant wiener. You're both little boys with little boy wieners.

Peanut: Dad's wiener's giant.

Me: Especially compared to the two of you.

Peanut and Moon in unison:
My wiener's gi-ant/
gi-ant, GI-ant/
My wiener's GI-ant/
But Dad's wiener's bigger.