Today we visited Santa at the mall. So now it’s official. You see, before we left Husband had mentioned to the children that Santa might like to have KFC for snack this Christmas Eve. I insisted this was not a good idea. It would be cold by the time he got it, and surely there are other treats that are more practical for a busy traveller which he would like just as well. I’m not entirely sure how it came up in the conversation with Mr. Claus, but apparently he has indeed confirmed to Dolittle that KFC would be a welcome find when he comes to our house. So now the menu has been officially sanctioned by Mr. C himself and there is no denying him.
At least I have an excuse not to bake cookies.