"I have a gift for interpreting my friends through art," Mabel said, polishing her nails on her french-fry sweater. "I think I might be the Guardian of Insight."

Yesterday she thought she was the Guardian of Froyo, so her brother at least took that with a grain of salt.

Mabel threw her hands in the air, delighted to be reminded that this year she got to help with Christmas. "Wait until you see the sleigh!"