Paging Dr. Santa
It's not like he sat on his lap and rattled off a list of toys he wanted for Christmas, or even took a picture. He just walked up to Santa with his friend Lady P.
Big E can identify Santa, but he doesn't understand the back story.
So after Lady P finished talking to Santa, my son got his turn.
SOMETIMES I HAVE A COUGH.
Holy moly, Big E thinks Santa is his doctor. He is clueless! Ha!
Maybe I've been granted another year of Santa reprieve.
In any case, I'm experiencing my annual feelings of envy.