And it's a good thing Grandma's good at sharing.
Because he ate at least half of her sandwich.
Then we found Santa's house by the Christmas tree.
And we waited in the cold.
Santa was not met with great enthusiasm. But we expected that. Obviously. #parentaltorture
Then we warmed up in J Crew while we checked off some Christmas shopping.
The franken-baby walked like a drunkard all around the store and wrapped those salesgirls around his mittened fingers.
And even though Santa himself wasn't a hit, the night was. This boy has my heart lock, stock, and barrel. If you ask me, the boy has been oh so good this year, and I'll do absolutely everything I can to make Christmas magical for him.