The Boy is in the white van that drives him from school to the after-school daycare. It's a month and two days before Christmas and visions of sugarplums seem to have started their dance in his head. He's talking with his friend Peter. The driver overhears their conversation and relates it to me later.
Boy: Santa Claus must be really rich.
Peter: Santa Claus is richer to infinity.
Boy: Santa Claus is richer than Tiger Woods.
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