Overheard at Christmas

My neice O had written a letter to Santa. It was short, in that she is not yet 3 and can't actually write. All it said was love and her name:

Me: "what does your letter say?"

O: "it says (and points to her name) I A"

Me: "No, that says O L"

O: "No, it says I"

Me: "No, that's an O"

O: "nuh uh. That's an I"

Me: "which one of us can read?"

O: "What?"

Me: "which one of us can read? Can you read or can I read?"

O: "You can. You can read"

Me: "Okay, so I'm telling you, because I can read, that says O."

When we were putting the presents from D & I under the tree, my nephew B saw one labeled to Daddy. He got very excited about his Daddy's present. 

Me: "no, that's not Daddy's. Who is my daddy?"

B: "ummm. D?"

Me: "No, who is my daddy?"

B: "D!"

Me: "My Daddy?"

B: "I haven't met your daddy yet."

Insert hysterical laughter. 

Me: "Papo. B, Papo is my daddy."

B: "Oh yeah! I forgot!"

Then, as we were unwrapping gifts, I glanced over at my brother in time to see him opening the book I bought my dad. The very present that led to the above conversation.  

Me: "Oh, um, that's not yours"

T: "What?"

Me: "I must have put...oh...I put To Daddy on it. You should have gotten a card"

T: "seriously? Oh man. Well...thanks for the card."