I overheard this conversation between Claire and Taylor last night:
C: You know, if you're bad you get rocks from Santa.
C: Yeah, he just puts rocks in your stocking, nothing else.
T: What kind of rocks?
C: Black ones.
T: Is it poo?
T: We better start being good huh?
C: Yeah, I don't want poo for Xmas.
T: Me neither.
*I didn't have the heart to tell them it was actually called coal, poo works way better.*