while on our walk this afternoon:
e: does santa live at the north pole?
me: that's what they say!
e: but does he?
me: what do you think?
e: why do you keep not answering?
me: (laugh...)
e: (a couple minutes later) so where does he live?
me: what do you think?
e: I think he's right next to me!
me: what? I can't see him! is he invisible?
e: no! he's pushing my brother!
(that would be me pushing brennan in the stroller)
me: (laugh laugh laugh)
Last year she was all about santa and buying into the whole thing hook, line and sinker even though the previous year we'd told her it wasn't 'real'. This year she wants the whole story.
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On our way out to the car tonight Isaiah grabbed one of our Christmas CD's to listen to on the way to Fred Meyer.
I: Hey mom - who's this again? Ben Harper?
me: nope that's Bing Crosby buddy.
They look a little alike right? well at least they both have faces I guess.
