Today, while Wyatt and I were at Walgreens, we saw Santa.
Not a plastic, light up toy. Santa. In the flesh. In the suit. Beard and all.
Buying cough syrup or hand sanitizer or something...probably on his way to a mall to report for duty. Wyatt stared, but didn't say anything.
On the way out, we saw him again, pulling away in his Isuzu SUV.
"Wyatt, look who is driving that car!" I say.
Wyatt stares, then says, "Huh. I thought it was a sleigh."
The End.
