Poor Santa!

This morning we braved the bad weather to get the boys off to see Santa. They were all excited in the car and while waiting in line. Lk wanted to wear his Santa hat the entire time and Lm went right up to Santa when he saw him coming through the door.

Alas, once they actually got to Santa's lap, Lk burst into tears. I wasn't too surprised since he did that with the Easter bunny too.

Lm of course had to cry sympathy tears for his brother...

Still we had a great time and while in line I ran into a childhood friend I had not seen since the third grade! Vicki and I were best friends through grade school until her family moved. She's got a little girl now and lives in a town about 15 minutes away from me, so we're planning to get our kids together really soon. Over the past 2-3 years I have connected with more childhood friends. One is Heather, of course; we went to junior high and high school, then lost touch until last year. Also Mary and I had lost touch about 10 years ago and reconnected after her mom died. And now Vicki! It's great there are other moms out there who did not have kids until they were in their 30s like me, so we can do playdates with them.

Hopefully my boys will not need too much therapy one day to talk about the traumatic event this morning. Maybe they will write a memoir about how rough they had it as kids, and one of these would make a nice cover for the book jacket...