The kids were cleaning up the playroom the other day. (Well, de facto playroom. It used to be a sunroom.) It had gotten quite messy and previous attempts at getting them to clean it up had been interrupted by life. This time, however, there was time, we were holding them to it, and they were really working at it.
Well, the hard work they were doing — like many "real life" experiences — really got them thinking and talking.
Gong Zhu took a break from the rigorous toil, came up to me and said, "Gohgo [big brother] and I talking, we not have any room for all presents."
She repeated herself.
As if I were quite dense, she explained, "All presents we going get from Santa."
"Ahhh, ... right!"
Indeed! This is a problem we have oft considered in the past and one which daunts us again and again with each approaching gift-producing holiday.