Last year, neither one of them would get very close to the jolly old elf, which was fine with me. This year at a Christmas gathering in a hangar, they told me they didn't want to chat with him. An hour or so later, they changed their minds.
After their visit H said, "Mama, Santa is really nice. And he was warm." (Because we had waited so long, we were almost the last ones to visit him and the poor bloke was probably burning up!)
Puzzled, Santa tried to whisper in my ear..."I think one wants a baby who takes a binky and the other wants a baby who doesn't take a binky." Yep, that's right. Neither one of them played with either one of them very long. Oh well.
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