Thought I'd share Boyd's dictated first letter to Santa. "Dear Santa, I hope you feel better at the North Pole. I will make cars cookies for you. We will leave them on the counter. I'll eat lots of them; we'll share. Sometimes I be a bad boy. Don't write that. Good boy. No, maybe not share the cookies." His list: "My two front teeth, a crane, a new car." "Love, Cement Mixer" (That's what Boyd says his name is for now)