Me: Honey, either me or Nana will meet your class at the train station in a little while, okay?
Amos: What? I don't want you to go with me. I want my Nana.
Me: Excuse me? You don't want your mommy?
Amos: NO, and if you show up, you can't sit with me on the train!
So, as I'm driving to work I'm thinking... okay buddy, I AM going on that train and YOU WILL sit with me!
When I showed up at the train station he was unhappy to say the least...
Amos: What are you doing here?
Me: I came to spend some time with you and ride the polar express!
Amos: Okay, but you're not sitting with me on the train and I'm not taking any pictures.
Amos: Am I the worst boy in our family?
Amos: (with a VERY serious expression) Am I on the naughty list (Santa's list)?
Me: You bet you are!
Amos: How can I get off the list?
Me: Be sweet to you're mom!
Amos: Okay, but only while we're on the train.