Tonight on the way to Santa photos, Blake was beside himself that Santa had not only shown up at his birthday party earlier that day, but he was sitting in the lobby of La Hacienda in Mill Creek, AND we were on our way to sit on his lap in Bellevue. He thought that we should try and race Santa down 405, and was determined that we would win. I told him that he can fly, and doesn't have to wait in traffic, or at stop lights.
Good point Mommy. However, on our way to the freeway, Blake saw Rudolph's red nose in the sky (some might say it was the blinking red light from a cell tower, but that is neither here nor there...) and knew that we could beat him.
As Blake was trying to explain the whole situation to his little brother, he finally gives up and says, "Parker. Do you speak English?"
