Last night we took Patrick to see Santa. He was very excited, which was a huge change from last year; he spied Santa from the upper balcony of Lenox Mall and flat-out refused to go downstairs. He wouldn't go anywhere near him last year. This year, he said that he would go only if I stood near him. I agreed and, after waiting in line agonizing over what he would ask for, it was finally his turn.
First, he said "Thank you for the presents that you brought me last year," as we'd practiced. Santa said he was welcome and that he wanted to figure out what Patrick wanted this year. Patrick's response?
"Balls."
I have to give Santa credit for being able to keep a straight face, because I couldn't.
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3 comments:
OMG that's HILARIOUS!! I wouldn't have been able to keep a straight face either!!
You've got to write that down somewhere!! I LOVE IT!
Dear Santa...please send me some balls. :)
LOL. Too Funny! You definately have to give Santa credit for keeping a straight face!:)
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