Among various Xmas requests, Jack has made noises about wanting a fish. “Why not ask Santa for a fish, Jack?” His reply: “Mommy — Santa can’t make live things! You need bones, and skin, and blood, and he doesn’t have those kind of ingredients.”
You know what? Fair enough. That’s good enough for me. After all, the logistics of buying a fish and fish equipment on the evening of Dec 24 (or earlier and hiding it) suggest that this may be a birthday present.