Poor Santa

Well, we did our parently (is that a word?) duty and made the trek to the mall last week to see Santa.  Brady and Zachary were all about it....Brady's biggest concern was that we would have to wait in line.  Ha!  Luckily, there was no one in line ......but that didn't make it any easier for Zachary and Easton.  Brady marched right up and told Santa what he wanted for Christmas - a cement mixer.  And then we forced Zachary and Easton to go up, too.....and here's the lovely result:

Please note that Brady has a death grip on Zachary otherwise he would've been out of there in no time!  They took two very shots and then I rescued them.  :) 

They were fine as soon as Santa was out of sight and they loved the bells he gave them....

Then we headed to the food court for lunch.....unbeknownst to me, there's a bunch of those automated "rides" there for the kids which was a big hit (and means no one ate)!

Zachy was clearly over his trauma at this point.  ;)