So we're eating dinner last night, and I ask the little man about whether he saw Santa this weekend while he was at his dad's.
He said, “No, I already saw Santa.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that. When did you see him?” I asked.
“At the Tacoma Dome, remember.....he was sitting in the middle when I went to that stupid show!?”
Trying not to laugh I said, “Well, yeah, I remember you telling me you saw him. I just didn’t know you went and sat on his lap and talked to him.”
The conversation went on and I asked him what he told Santa he wanted for Christmas.
“A car I can drive” he replied.
After explaining he was too young to drive a car he told me he meant one of those kid cars.....like the one I had that Steve Bauer sat on and broke when I was a kid. I then told him he might be a bit too big for one of those.
“That’s okay. I told him if he couldn’t find one of them I’d take anything.....well, anything except girl stuff.”
That’s my kid!