Cora knew Santa would be there (I actually forgot... Thus their festive but not Christmas outfits). On the way there...
Cora: mom. Is Santa already there?
Me: I think he is. We'd better hurry.
Cora: is it the real Santa or just someone dressed like Santa?
Wait. What? You're 3?!?
Me: I don't know. I think the real one was scheduled. We'll have to check his beard; that's how you can tell.
Thank goodness this Santa passed Cora's authenticity check . She was so pleased to chat with the big guy.
She asked for a stroller for Quinny like the one he brought her last year. And clothes. And new shoes.
She's 3!?!?
Quinny was super sweet in line, waving and yelling hi. As we approached, I felt her legs start to tighten around my hips. She wasn't at all happy about being deposited on his lap.
Decorating cookies.








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