Earlier this month my mom, sister Susan with her 3 boys and Zoe and I went to the mall to see Santa. My sisters oldest son David, had been talking about how he was going to tell Santa that he wanted a Hess truck for Christmas. He kept saying that he wanted a spaceship one that he saw at a friends house but we kept telling him that they change every year and this years one was not a spaceship. So David finally gets to sit on Santa's knee and what does he tell Santa that he wants? He starts talking about the train track that he just saw at Target before we came to the mall. Susan was like "and a Hess truck." Thinking to herself, "you better ask for the Hess truck because we already got it for you." David finally says that he wants a Hess truck but that he wants the spaceship one. Well, this Santa was on the ball and told David that they change the trucks every year and this years one is a race car. That Santa should get a raise I tell you.
After the boys all got a chance to sit on Santa's knee Zoe took a turn. She did pretty well. No crying. I hope she told him that she wanted a John Deere toy tractor because that is what is in her stocking. SSSSHHHHH! Don't tell her.