Plan B

Preparations for Christmas celebrations are on full swing at Sid's school, and he has been seeing Christmas decorations coming up in markets. So he is quite excited these days, and believes that Santa will be bringing him whatever he wants (and oh, is the list long! and comprises entirely of toys, almost all of them cars!!).

It has become almost a daily ritual, usually a bed-time one, asking/telling what gift he wants for Christmas. Yesterday night, he said that he wanted Lightning McQueen's friend (He's big time into "Cars" movie these days). Then he added that he wanted another McQueen. And another car, and so on.
Us: You cannot get so many gifts. Santa cannot bring so many toys for you.
Sid: Santa has so big bag.
Us: Par usme sab bachhon ke liye gift hote hain. Santa cannot get so many gifts for one kid.
Sid: But I want so many. [again, repeats the endless list].
Us: Agar aap itne sare gifts mangoge to kuch bhi gift nahin milega.
Sid: Kyun Papa? I want all of these.
Us: Santa can only get you one or two toys. If you ask for so many, Santa will get confused and not get anything for you.
Sid: To ham shop se le aayenge!!!

And then followed an uncontrollable fit of laughter and giggling, which didn't let us keep our faces straight either.