Yesterday my kids and I put up the Christmas tree. It's a tradition that after we do so, we make a fancy cup of hot cocoa and drink it while listening to Christmas music and admiring the tree.
I placed a steaming cup of hot cocoa in front of my nine-year-old son and told him that he could put the whipped cream and toppings on it. He grabbed a can of Reddi Wip and sprayed a mountain of the white stuff on top. Then he got the Hershey's chocolate sauce and squeezed about a third of the container onto the mountain he already created.
I looked at that boy and shook my head. "Have a little hot cocoa with your toppings!"
"Mama," he said. "This isn't all for the cocoa. Watch." He dipped his finger into it and spread the goop onto his face. When he was done, he had a white mustache and beard (and a few sprinkles). "See. I decorated my face for Christmas. Now I'm Santa Claus!"