dear santa

We took the boys to see Santa at the mall. 

We got there right as the mall opened, so we were first in line to chat with the big guy.  They decided they wanted to talk to him together.

Kaden told him he wants a puppy for Christmas.  A real puppy.  Yikes.  We've talked a million times how we can't have a puppy because Bosten is allergic.  He told me that he could just keep it in his room all of the time.  Poor Kade.  As we talked about it later, I reminded him that we couldn't have a real puppy and he said he totally knew that (duh), and that he'd be happy with a cute, stuffed one.  

Phew.  

I can handle that.