Monday, December 6, 2010

Breastkiss with Santa

Sunday Mommy and Daddy took us to have "breastkiss" (aka... breakfast) with Santa. I spotted him and ran right to him. Emma Grace spotted him and ran right to Daddy. :) In her defense he was the creepiest lamest Santa ever. Not only was he lacking hair, which accentuated the elastic holding his beard on, BUT he was wearing a dark blue shirt underneath his Santa outfit... we could see it hanging out in the front. Oy.
BREAKFAST!I got to color a picture of Santa and write him a letter (Mommy helped, but I signed my own name thank you very much) of what I wanted. I was even sweet enough to ask for something for EG as well. :) Classic. :)


Andria said...

Ohhhh....this made me laugh.