The boys and I met my mom at the mall today (we must be on crack, school is out, Christmas is in three days, and it was a little INSANE) to see Santa. We saw the long Santa line as we walked into the mall atrium and thought "uh oh". Except it wasn’t the line for Santa, it was the line to get the pager to see Santa. Double uh-oh. "We'll page you when the wait is down to 20 minutes," the girl said. Pretty good system, as the wait time was about 2 1/2 hours. We did some last minute shopping (I’m hooked on Bath and Body Works Midnight Pomegranate antibacterial soap, have you smelled it? Mmmmmm), and as we sat in the packed food court finishing our lunch, our Santa pager went off. Perfect timing. We headed to the Santa Village, and proceeded to wait some more. And more. Because, we heard that Santa is diabetic and has to take lots of breaks to walk around and move his legs. Bless his heart. We spent our wait time watching Logan trying to lick the kid in line behind us, and he also filled his mouth with apple juice and spit it into the fake snow in Santa's Village. And when we finally got our two minutes with Ole St. Nick, he could not have been nicer or more authentic looking. He was a great Santa, and the boys both willingly sat on his lap. And we escaped with just the hint of a headache as the boys licked their lollipops content and oblivous to the holiday chaos around us.
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