We squeezed in a wee bit of Christmas fun tonight.  Around 3PM we piled in the car, picked up Tab’s sweet friend, and headed to the mall.  The littest two met Santa where Johanna told him she’d like a dog.  A plastic dog.  “That’s all I want.” 
Heh.  News to my ears. 

I confess I don’t exactly know what my little ones think of Santa.  He shows up in the Rudolph movie, but not in too many of our conversations.  We’ve certainly never suggested he invades our house every 12/24.  But I don’t recall ever having a heart-to-heart about him.

After that we poked around the toy store for a few minutes. 
This is the conversation I heard as I followed Tab and her friend around:
Hal: let’s find the girl aisle
Tab: look for the pink
Hal: that’s how you know
Tab: yeah it’s better…