Mommy is typically the go to person when in need, but I wasn't cutting it.
Sloane made Daddy's day by reaching for him, pinching the heck out of his armpit, then screaming.
We weren't too thrilled with Santa in the days afterwards, but we finally recovered... Our book, one evening, was The Night Before Christmas. Sloane saw Santa and exclaimed "Santa". She saw a puppy dog and called it "Dooda". She saw a cow and squealed "Dadda". Hmpfhhhh....




