Jess: I'd really like to go to the North Pole. Tonight.

Me: Oh yes? How would you get there?

Jess: On the Polar Express. It only goes there on Christmas Eve. Maybe it's my turn to go this year.

Me: ...

Jess: I really *do* want to go.

Me: ...

Jess: Do you think I'll get to go this year? I don't think Emma can go yet, she's too little.

Me: Maybe. I wonder how they choose which children go?

Jess: I think you have to need to go. The boy needed to go because he'd nearly stopped believing in Santa. And the other boy needed to go because he didn't get any presents.

Me: Do you need to go?

Jess: I think I need to go before I'm five. Because five is quite old. Perhaps everyone gets a turn. I'm nearly five already.

Me: I'm not sure. It's just one train, and there are millions and millions of children, and just one night.

Jess: I think about twenty children can go on the train. That means my whole class could go. Hey, maybe that's what will happen! Maybe my whole class are going to go this year!

Me: You'll have to wait and see.

Jess: If they only take twenty children to the North Pole every year, that's not very many.

Jess: ...

Jess: I don't think everyone *does* gets a turn. So I might not get a turn. I wish I *could* go.

Me: I think you're probably right.

Jess: But it still *might* be my turn this year, maybe, don't you think?

Me: Yes, it might. Night night Jess.

Jess: Night night Mummy.