When I grow up....

A couple of weeks ago at the dinner table, Little Man said, "Mom, when I grow up, I want to be the President of the United States." Not to be out done, Baby Girl said, "When I grow up, I'm going to be Santa Claus." Aren't they the cutest!?!?!

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