What's a Santa to Do?

For the past couple of weeks Santa has been a big topic of conversation in our house. Also, we've already seen the "real Santa" twice (you know this already if you've been reading this blog!). All along the boys have been talking-up-a-storm about wanting a "Bob the Builder truck" from Santa. Specifically (Kyle has clarified) a "front end loader Bob the Builder truck." Both times they've seen Santa they have asked for this specific present from him. And this is all they have ever mentioned. Just to fill you in on a little inside information: I know FOR SURE that Santa is planning to bring them each a "front end loader Bob the Builder truck." That is a definate. No worries. All our Christmas shopping is actually done and we're in the process of getting it all wrapped and shipped up to New Hampshire (since we're spending Christmas with my family). All was well in the Johnson-McCormick merry little Christmas home... HOWEVER...
...on Monday, while reading a Santa book, out of the blue, Kyle suddenly pointed to a page with a picture of a Christmas present on it and said "Trumpet in there." I said, what's in that present for Kyle? (thinking I must have heard him wrong, and fully expecting him to respond: "Bob the Builder truck") And he said, clear as day: "It's a trumpet." I thought (hoped) it was all a fluke. But yesterday he was still saying it. Karen, our housekeeper and dear friend of the family, asked Kyle what Santa was going to bring him. Kyle jumped up and down saying "A trumpet! A trumpet!" Then, this morning, when we arrived at daycare, the boys ran up to the big plastic fake Santa that is sitting at the entrance to the daycare building, and both Kyle and Owen said to the fake Santa: "Santa, trumpet pleeeaaaaase?!!!!!" I stood there, frozen, thinking: "my gosh, this isn't a fluke." Oh geesh.