Just a few days ago, I was at the ice skating rink with my sister and her children. I noticed a lady fighting with her screaming daughter, who didn't want to stop skating. Having white hair, a full white beard and am rather rotund, I approached the lady and asked the name of the screaming child. She replied, "Mary." I took a pencil and notebook from my pocket and pretend to write down something and I said, “I'm calling my brother at the North Pole tonight and have Mary put on the ‘bad girl’ list.” Mary became totally silent and stopped fighting with her mother, permitting the removal of skates. The mother was beaming as she left with the totally docile child. When I came and told my wife the story, she said that I gave that child 3 years of psychiatric therapy!
