Now that is a good question, my friend.
And one I considered before answering.
Not because I am under any illusions of being married to Santa Claus, but I was trying to figure out what prompted this little patron to ask me such a thing. I don't look like a Mrs. Santa Claus.
So I thought a moment. I got nothing.
Random just swooped in again and dealt his best. Caught off guard, all I could do was laugh and admit that I don't have any ties to the man in the red suit.
You know I like to collect these little exchanges that bring a smile to my day (and hopefully yours when you imagine them)
I liked the one where the boy came in and asked if we had any books about an obscure Explorer. You know, a LaSalle, or Cortez, or Cabot. As we were walking to the section, completely deadpan he says, "It's for a report." I am not a sarcastic person with kids (and certainly not with one that I don't know) but a little mischievous voice inside laughed a little and said, no kidding. I never would have guessed. Instead, we just got the book and I was rewarded with his sincere gratitude.
Last one, and then I'll stop.
One little girl asked me if we had any books from the 19's. At first I thought we were having a Dewey Decimal moment, (if a little off in the numbering). But she clarified, "You know, really, really OLD books from 1990 or something."
Ahh, yes. The ancient tomes written in the distant 19's. I think I can round something up.
If only because Charlotte's Web deserves a few more readers.