This past Saturday night, while I was working, Fox was having the time of his life (while missing me desperately, of course). Not only did he get to help his dad with the photo booth at our church's Christmas party that evening, he actually got to meet the big guy! In person!
At first, Fox had to ponder on the fact that Santa apparently wears contacts now, and must have gotten Botox for Christmas last year.
Then, Fox decided to show off his highly-defined calves
And then Fox had a Parent Trap moment.
Who's the real Santa?
So, basically, Fox and Santa are way tight now.
Put in a good word for me, Fox!
p.s. today is mine and Camaron's 2 year anniversary! Hip hip hooray!