So, Saturday night we ventured out to the zoo for dinner with Santa. As we headed out, Emma kept asking where we were going. Once we passed the point of 'there's nowhere else to go but the zoo', she stated "Oh, we're going to the zoo".
"Why?" I asked.
"I don't know, to eat?"
We arrived and shuffled into the designated 'dinner with Santa' area. Hmm, tables, food, yup, eating at the zoo. Then, some kids started pointing and making a mad dash for the door. Wonder who that could be. Well, if it wasn't good ole' St. Nick!
Emma gave one of her patented 'you've got to be kidding me looks' to us and smiled. Dinner with Santa was slowly taking hold of her little six-year old brain. Olivia was delighted. Not bad for a kid who was certain that Santa would eat her.
Santa made the rounds and dinner was served. Note the stick of sugar that Olivia is so lovingly touching. Thanks Santa.
Photo ops with Santa in his chair and then it was off to explore the zoo. It was so beautiful outside. There was the lightest of snow falling and it made the night.
Carousel rides.
Story time with Mrs. Claus.
Balloon Animals.
Arts & Crafts.
Success.
