Naughty or Nice?

Today at lunch I managed to break a little plate. Camille heard it and said, "What did you do?"
"Oh I just broke a plate."
"That's okay Mom, you can fix it." (Thanks for the vote of confidence)
"Well I don't think we can, look," I held up several pieces of the plate. Camille's eyes became big as saucers, "Oh Mom, I think Dad is going to be so upset with you when he gets home!"
I explained to her that is was just an accident and Dad would understand and not be mad. She looked pretty relieved but then said, "Santa is probably going to think that you've been being naughty, even though that was just an accident."
So dear Santa I'm not being naughty, please don't bring me a big ugly rock! (Camille's definition of coal.)

Here's Camillie trying hard to be good and Nattie being on the naughty side.