Well, you guys. It's happened.
Sydney doesn't really want anything from Santa Claus for Christmas. She's got most everything that she wants, she tells me, because we spoil her, and she's happy. So now Santa gets to be "creative." I really don't know what to do with that. It's exhilarating. And it's terrifying. But I already have a pretty good idea, so there's that. Though, in the long run, my idea may end up costing more than anything she would have asked for by name.
But I'm super proud of her for saying that she doesn't want anything in particular. She's a good kid.