This week, we visited THE santa, at the 34th Street Macy's.  He was so good that he almost convinced me that he was the real thing.  And, I am sure that E.J. was totally convinced.  In classic fashion, Drew would not look at Santa, the elves, or the camera, although he didn't miss a beat.  I think that it is pretty obvious what Mae thinks of strange bearded men.

I felt a little guilty letting E.J. believe that Santa is real (like I am somehow lying to my kids), until I saw the look on his face when we arrived, and was reminded what it feels like to believe in magic.

My favorite part of the afternoon is pictured below: Yes, that is a little pink head poking out of Dad's Jacket. And, no, I am not carrying anything buy my camera: a rare treat.