The three-year-old pretending to be Santa, doing a voice and holding a pillowcase of his toys over his shoulder: “Do you want a toy?”
The nine-year-old: “Just pour your bag out and let me see what you have.”
The three-year-old points at a picture of Santa: “Santa has a chin!” *touches his own chin* “I don’t have a chin.”
Me: “… you mean, a beard?”
The three-year-old wanted me to read this post to him; when I got to “I don’t have a chin,” he looked surprised at me and chirped, “You don’t?!”
The three-year-old and the Sheltie are pretty well matched for tug-o-war.