Interesting Conversation

I had a interesting exchange of words with our friend Michael last night.  He kept on coming downstairs after he was supposed to be in bed (pretty standard around here.)

It went a little like this.

Me: (Pretending to call Santa on the phone)

Me:  "Hi, Rudolph!?!?  Is Santa there?  Okay, I'll hold."

Michael: *Silent*

Me: "Oh, hi Santa!  It's me, Michael's mom."

Michael: *Still Silent*

Me: "Ya, Michael, isn't listening to us.  He is supposed to be in bed but he keeps on coming downstairs." 

(Pause)

Me: "Okay, hold on.  I'll tell him."

(Covering the phone)

Me: "Michael, Santa said you need to go upstairs if you want presents this year."

Michael: "That's not Santa. You are just pretending.  Santa is too busy making toys to talk to you."

Me: *Crickets*