At 8:05, a tremendously pregnant Shannon asked that I handle bed time. At 8:15, a tremendously smart little boy decided it was time to leave a note for Santa. This, of course, was bullsh%!, as Isaac cannot read or write.
At 8:16, a tremendously shameless dad (me) lied to my child about Santa: "Santa doesn't read notes from boys who stay up past bed time..."
At 8:17, a tremendously tremendous boy was asleep.