Santa wants to brawl

Morning walk with the hounds. We round the corner of a CVS and wait for the oncoming car to pass. The car stops. The driver is a casual version of Santa.

In a 'come at me bro' type voice Santa says: Gonna fight me?

Me, in a skeptical confused voice: what's that?

Santa: I've got three!
He gesture to his passenger seat.
I see three sets of chihuahua ears moving about.

Me: Oh! Hahaha, they could probably take mine.

Santa: Ha! Mine aren't even big enough to be snacks for your dogs!

We laugh and part ways.

Almost home. The pups fall behind sniffing something, pulling me to a stop. A little leash tug and they're back. Except CW looks to have a very full mouth. Sweet jebuzz, what now?!

A large fist-sized piece of pound cake in her mouth.

It looked like good cake -- I was tempted to let her eat it, but I didn't want to encourage eating during our walks. So I had to pry open the jaws of death and extract said cake.

​Just normal everyday CW+mom things.