Instant Gratification

We took the boys to see Santa yesterday. We have the awesomest Santa Claus at our mall. I think he may actually be Santa. Anyway, last year Ben talked to him, but wouldn't sit in his lap. This year he trusted him enough to have the chat whilst perched on his knee. I didn't get pictures though, because there are no personal pictures and the "professional" shot cost $12 and for heavens sake, we're in a recession, haven't you heard? I hear (from a reliable source) that the only way to get a free picture with Santa is to be his anesthetist during outpatient surgery and then stop and check on him while you're at the mall. We couldn't make that happen, though...so we skipped the pictures.

Anyway, here's the conversation we had with Ben while waiting in line:

Us: Ben, are you going to sit in Santa's lap with Patrick?

Ben: Yes!

Us: What are you going to tell him you want?

Ben: A green motorcycle!

Us: What else?

Ben: Just a green motorcycle!


And twenty minutes later...


Us: Ben, wasn't that great talking to Santa?

Ben: Yeah...where's my green motorcycle?