It rained all day yesterday, and now CVH wanted to get out of the apartment. We took the good old 147 bus downtown.
We got off at the 900 Shops, a mall with a huge condo tower/Four Seasons hotel on top.
The mall was gaily decorated for Christmas, with a huge tree and a section where you could get your photo taken with Santa in his sleigh.
Earlier in the morning, they had hosted “Breakfast with Santa”, and there were still a lot of little girls and their parents roaming the mall. (There were very few little boys; I don’t know why.)
As we sat and ate in the food court, one toddler kept going by and staring at me. I smiled and waved. She kept coming by and staring.
“That little girl doesn’t know what to make of me,” I told CVH.
“She’s trying to figure out if you’re Santa,” she replied. Sure enough, in my red tunic and white beard and carrying a large bag, I’m sure I was confusing the poor thing.
