Took My Kids to See Santa

Today was kind of busy, kinda fun, kinda blah, kinda...I dunno.

I decided to take my kids to see Santa Claus. I took them to the Huntington Center, thinking the place MIGHT be open. Nope. Instead a bunch of military men were playing catch in the mall, and there was an open door for Toys For Tots. Two Latino military men, l, dressed in cammies opened the door for me and said, "Do you need help?" I said, "I'm just wondering if the place was open?" One of the guys said, "No, just Mervyn's. The whole place is closed, except for Mervyns." I was like, "Okay, thanks." I turned away.

Then this brother comes out of a side door, and he goes, "They scare you off?" I said, "No. I hadn't realized the mall was closed." He was looking at my kids and smiling, looking me up and down and smiling, looking at my kids and smiling, and I say, "I need to get going now." Then says to me, "Have a nice day, ma'am." Ma'am! God, that is such a grandma word. I said, "You, too." I head out.

We go to Westminster Mall and it's crowded as hell. I didn't want to drive up and down the parkinglot looking for a spot up close, because that would take longer than if I parked out far away and walked. So, I parked far and walked. My kids were excited. We were going to see Santa. We stood in line for a long time and Santa was wearing his regular gear, this year. His house clothes and house shoes. It was different, but it was cute. I liked it.

After the picture taking, I took my kids with me upstairs, and I bought some pants and a shirt. Man, I never have taken my son with me to the mall before, without his father, and without a stroller. He's at the age where I don't really need a stroller. He's just like me when I was little, he hides in clothes and gives his mommy a near heart attack. I kept turning around to look for him and would get scared. If he found a rack of clothing, he had to go inside the clothes and hide. I bought a pair of pink drawstring pants, a pink shirt and some pink thongs to match.

We went to Mickey D's and I got us all Happy Meals. My daughter says, "Mommy, you are too old to eat Happy Meals and play with toys." Another OLD comment.

After all this, I had to go to work. I stayed with my kids and then my mom watched them, till their dad came home.