Chloe’s video message from Santa finally arrived yesterday.

 
She sat on my lap in front of my computer, eyes wide, hanging on his every beard-covered word.

 
He mentioned how she has learned to swim, how she’s in Kindergarten and the piece-de-resistance, that she has once again, drum roll please, made the “Nice List” (something we were all a little worried about.)

 
Her whole body collapsed in relief. She couldn’t stop smiling and dancing around, singing something about being a princess and having a hot dog bun for a butt. She’s five so this seems like fairly normal behaviour.

 
Moments after the video wrapped up and the video credits scrolled through to the end, I said to Chloe, “Okay, time to set the table. Would you like to do the cups or the plates tonight?”

 
She looked at me like I had two heads.

 
“Neither.”

 
Pardon?

“Neither. I made the Nice List.”