And, oh yeah, going to see SANTA CLAUS at Macy's.
I've heard some good things about this portly chap, and he didn't disappoint. Wyatt was very skeptical of him. In fact, he really wasn't digging him. I'm not sure if he was scared as much as in awe, but either way, it was an opportunity for me to help him. So when Daddy handed me over to Santa, I put on my brave face, not just for me but for Wy Wy so he could see it's all okay.
And he did. He came to Santa. And we smiled. And they took pictures. And I farted on his lap.
Does that make me naughty or nice?