This was it.  The year Luke wasn't afraid to see Santa!  I've been waiting for this day my whole life.  Okay, maybe not quite.  But it was fun to see the excitement grow as we were waiting in line.  Luke was excited to talk to his "life" even-- Mrs. Santa-- while we were waiting.  Grandma K & I had prepped Luke on what kinds of things he wants for Christmas.  We really wanted to make sure he asked Santa for things he was really going to get, so Santa wouldn't disappoint.  Luke walks up & Santa tells him how big he's getting.  Then, he asks him the big question... "What do you like to eat, Luke?"  WHAT????  What does he like to eat???  What kind of Santa are you?  But, being a good little boy who doesn't want Santa to bring him coal, Luke replies, "Carrots."  Ha ha!!!  And then Santa was done with him.  Is that not that weirdest thing ever?  Luke looked at us and said, "He asked me what I like to eat!  But I got a coloring book & a candy cane, anyway."  We told him Santa must already know what he wants for Christmas; that's why he didn't ask.