Who's Santa?

Carter and I were listening to some Raffi, a children's musician from my childhood, in the car this morning. A song about Santa came on:

Carter: What's that song?
Me: It's about Santa.
Carter: Who's that?
Me: He comes to our house on Christmas.
Carter: Why?
Me: To bring presents.
Carter: He's a good guy, huh.
Me: Yes, but he only brings presents to boys and girls who are good.
Carter (in a hushed voice of wonderment): How come?
Me: Because they have tried hard to do what's right, so Santa wants to give them something special.
Carter: Oh. (Long pause) I'm good, mommy?
Me: I think you usually try to do what you're supposed to.
Carter (with conviction): Yep.

I love this age where Carter is learning, making sense of the world, and trying to understand how he fits into it all. We have a lot of conversations like this, him wanting to know how and why things happen. It is such a reminder that we are born knowing nothing, and that we have learned everything we know. It sounds obvious, but it is easy to take for granted until you spend each and every day with a little boy who is so actively learning about the very fundamentals of his world. He makes me see something through new eyes constantly.

Carter exploring the fountain at Denver Botanic Gardens