A couple of nights ago, the kids and I were watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse (Outhouse, as Jack calls it), when we heard Rich walk through our front door. We were in the family room, so we couldn't see when Rich got home, but I knew it was him. When Jack heard the sound of the door open , he looked at me with eyes wide and hopeful: "IT"S SANTA!!!!!!!" he yelled. He jumped off the couch and ran to the hallway so he could see the beloved fat man. When he rounded the corner, he took one glimpse of his unfat daddy, and said, "That's not Santa!" and ran back to the couch to finish his program. I think Rich may have been a little disappointed at the reception he received, but he understood, I mean, who can compete with Santa?
15 years ago




Visiting Grandma and Grandpa
