Pat and I headed to the mall today with the four youngest kids in tow. We put Kim and Luke in this very cute firetruck stroller and we were good to go. Of course, one of the main stops for us was the north pole, not the real north pole, as Grace commented, a pretend one. I wondered who would have the courage to sit with Santa this year. The babies didn't want anything to do with the big guy, and Mark was to mature to sit with him-he thought it was just nonsense. With Grace, I had no doubt, she is a definite Santa lover.
She talked and talked with Santa, and then she talked some more. After about 10 minutes I was finally able to coax her away, with a promise that maybe we will stop by again another day.