North Pole Internets

I think they're finally on to me. 

"Mommy, why are you always taking my picture?"

"Because you're so stinking cute.  And I like to remember the silly things you do."

"No, that's not right.  You're just gonna put it on the internets."

"The internets?"

"Yeah, the internets.  You're showing everyone my picture on the internets."

"I'm only putting it on my own website, Cael.  And I put it up there because people like to hear about our crazy life.  But if you don't want me to put your picture online, you tell me and I will stop."

"No, it's okay.  So am I famous?"

"Well, a lot of people know about your shenanigans.  But you're not a celebrity or anything."

"I think I'm a celebrity on the internets.  But I don't do anything crazy, so I don't know why."

"You don't think you do or say anything crazy?  What about tearing apart your bedroom everyday?  Or asking people to see their nuts?  Just last week Graham told me you had a hooker in your pants!  I think things are really crazy around here."

"I don't think that's crazy.  You forgot about when I lost the marbles in the couch.  Or when I put a booger on your sandwich."

"See?  You're totally--  Wait, what?  You put a booger on my food?!?"

"You can't be mad, Mommy, because I'm famous on the internets."

"That means that everyone knows that naughty thing you did with my sandwich.  Maybe even Santa looks at my website and knows about those things now."

"Oh.  Then I guess I should say something to Santa."

"Maybe so." 

"Santa, I want a Captain America toy and an Iron Man toy and that really big airplane from Toys 'R Us that goes with my  tank.  And I want the "Underdog" movie and "The Lorax" and I want a bunch of movies that I would like to watch. I don't want any clothes but I do like funny underwear."

"...Oh, and a new sandwich for Mommy."