This morning, I was having Abigail pick out some things she wants for Christmas. She was very set on a lunchbox and a backpack... or so I thought. After her talk with Santa, I may need to get her a watch too, I guess.
A few minutes after we were picking stuff out, I was listening to a message on my phone, and Abigail thought she had caught me talking to Santa. I told her she would have to make the call to him herself.
Lucky for us, he had an opening in his schedule.
Thanks Uncle Brad, for fitting us in withe the big man.