While Lucas is taking the time to eat his frog:
Hello Santa!
Josh: I want a remote controlled plane
Lucas: I want a bad dog.
Santa (throwing a questioning look at me): What?
Merry Christmas!
I note this is the first year Lucas has not cried and fled from Santa once Santa got up close. Usually, he is excited to see Santa from a distance, but then clings to me for dear life and wants nothing to do with him (or the Easter bunny, or Chuck E Cheese, or anything else in costume) once it gets close. This year, he sat right in the sleigh (under big brother's protection, of course) with no troubles. He's growing up.
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