"You'd better watch out, you'd better not cry.
You'd better not pout I'm telling you why.
Santa Claus is comin' to town."
I couldn't resist taking a shot of this meltdown even if it isn't the best quality photo. I don't remember what set her off, but the day really hadn't been so bad. I rallied the troops for a trip to Sam's where I was asked an untold number of times, "Are they all yours?"
Here was another exchange:
Older lady to the kids: Is Santa coming to your house?
Jonathan: Well, Santa is not even real!
Older Lady: You know if you don't believe in Santa you will get underwear in your stocking.
Matthew: Well, we already did get underwear.
Too true. Underwear and socks are staple stocking stuffers at our house.
After hearing Jonathan's nasty cough this morning I'm thinking that letting the kids share a drink was a poor parental decision. At least I had my own!
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