My seven-year-old came to me with a serious look on his face tonight and enumerated the various reasons he suspected Santa wasn't real. First of all, he pointed out, there's no land at the North Pole. When I suggested that maybe the ice in the region was thick enough to build on, he answered, quite reasonably, that he thought the ice would crack. He also wondered how one would manage to build an enormous factory and generate electricity so far from civilization. And finally, he hit me with this: "It doesn't seem logical to me that some reindeer would be able to fly, especially without wings."
Yep. He's Vulcan Husband's son, all right!