Star Struck

This is what the kids saw on Thanksgiving Eve, as we were indulging ourselves as fat, spoiled Americans. (Who goes out to eat the night before Thanksgiving?! You know you’re going to eat your guts out the next day!) He had on the most awesome red pants and striped socks.







They were terribly Star Struck. No one could say a thing. I said, "Tell him what you want." “Uhhh.” They replied. Silence. (It was very nice of him to stop and say hello, though.)

After he left, they did say A LOT. Like, “Where did he park his reindeer?” And, “The elves must be at the mall.” Samuel was very skeptical, shaking his head no, like he didn't believe it. You could see him trying to figure this out. The other two had thier wheels spinning, taking it all in.

And so it begins. I can officially listen to Christmas Music.