We had breakfast with Santa Claus this morning.
Seriously, seven hours later I have forgotten all about how stressful it was to keep ONE from yanking on the tablecloth and how irritated I was that he spilled his milk all over the floor because they didn’t have straws there for kids to drink out of, and how TWO cried for what seemed like an eternity.
When I look at this picture all I think about is how much fun we had.
And also how happy I am that it’s over.
But mostly about how much fun we had.