A line of rescue vehicles chirping their sirens drove through our cul-de-sac with Santa on top of the fire truck waving to the kids. Too bad Weston doesn't like Santa or sirens.
Later that day:
Weston: I don't like Santa.
Me: It's okay, Weston. I'll get you all your presents on Christmas. We don't need Santa.
Weston: But I like him on Christmas!
10 years ago
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