While I was at the Buffet Thursday evening there was a 5 or 6 year old little boy at the next table who was giving his Mother fits about eating his vegetable. I leaned over and whispered to him, that if he didn't eat his vegetables as his Mother told him to do I was going to tell Santa Clause personally that he was being a BAD kid. that Santa Clause wouldn't be stopping by his house to give him any presents for Christmas. That on Christmas Eve Santa would land on his roof and look at his list of naughty kids and say, Yep this is one I'm gong to have to pass by, and give the good kid next door all the presents I was going to leave for this BAD little kid." the little kid started to cry and grudgingly started to eat his vegetables.
