We went to pay a visit to Santa tonight, and after we were herded in like cattle and given number 96 only 5 min after the doors opened, and after waiting an hour watching kids on sugar highs run around like mad (you can tell I really enjoyed myself there), we finally got up to the Fat Man himself. Eden had been practicing all day what she would ask:
"I want a Real Alive baby, with accessories, like pacifiers and diapers and bottles and clothes."
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