So last night at the dinner table Dev grew unusually quiet. Darius finally asked him what was up.
"I'm a little worried, Dad." He said very seriously. His tone made us both sit up and take notice.
"What are you worried about, hon?" I asked not quite sure I was ready for what might slip from his lips.
"Well, I've been good some and bad some, and I just don't know how Santa handles that."
Bless his soul. I wish I could've told him that he'd just melted Santa's heart all the way down to the toes.
