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We swung by the family restroom at Woodburn Outlets shortly after we arrived because of the unspoken rule that two-year-olds only have to go potty when it's least convenient.  (Like when he's just gotten buckled in his car seat, when you're in the grocery store with a full cart, or when he was supposed to be asleep ten minutes ago). 

Turned out well for us, though, because who should we see waiting when we swung open the door?  I guess good ol' St. Nick doesn't want to stand at a urinal, 'cause he held out for the luxury suite.  He was kind enough to chat up the boys as we stood in the doorway, blocking him from his imminent relief.

"Okay, guys.  Let's let Santa pee.  We've got coats to buy."

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(The other Ho decided he'd rather scream than get his picture taken.  He has yet to connect the old dude in the suspenders with toys, so he has no incentive to smile for the lady in the elf hat with the squeaky toy.  One day!)

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Finn kept yelling, "I HAVE TO DECORATE!" and putting all the balls in a huge clump in the bottom corner.  This photo was taken after I snuck most of them to other parts of the tree.  I would have tried to disburse these too, but I figure tomorrow morning Declan's going to rip the whole tree down, so it's not worth the effort.

We shall see!

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