In a 'come at me bro' type voice Santa says: sifheb three.
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.
(The hellions obviously haven't noticed the little guys otherwise I'd have been dragging them away already.)
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 Cdub mom things.