Gabrielle actually loved it - the girl's got materialism in her bones. She loved looking at all the pretty sparkly things in the windows. Too bad those pretty cocktail dresses don't come in size 2T.
Isaac was in his usual sleeping position throughout the ordeal. I have those glazed "get me the hell out of here" eyes.
This was the closest G got to Santa. "Sorry sweetie, we're not waiting 2 hours in line to see the big guy. Plus you're at least half Jewish. So your relationship to Santa is going to be a little complicated...."
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