Lark- "Hi Santa Paws!!! We're good! We're good! We're good!!!"
Chase- "I'm good, Larky, you're not."
Lark- "I am, too! Ask Mommy!"
Chase- "If you're so good, why do you bite my neck and steal my toys? Why does Mommy have to hand you an empty toilet paper roll when you come out of your little room in the morning to keep you from biting her pajamas?"
Lark- "Firstly, you give me your toys, and secondly, I help with recycling!"
Chase- "Santa Paws, I am very, very good. I am calm and gentle and I do not try to rip up everything I get. I like to chew on things, I like toys that hide treats, I like to eat and nothing hurts my tummy."
Lark- "Hi Santa Paws! I am very, very good, too. Mommy, please tell Santa I'm good! I like to chew on things, I like toys that hold treats, I like to rip up stuffed toys but Mommy doesn't let me. I like to play with balls that are kind of big but that I can still pick up in my mouth."
Chase- "Santa, our mommy has been pretty good this year. She likes things that remind her of us. She says she likes chocolate but I don't know why, she doesn't let us eat any. She likes peanut butter with her chocolate and I know peanut butter is yummy!"
Lark- "Mommy is very good and Mommy doesn't need anything but me!"
Chase- *sigh*