Street Fair Shennagains

La Jolla had a street fair and parade today so we headed down in the morning to check out the local action. When we got there, we were treated to many youth performances from the local gymnastics, ballet, and jazz dancing kids. Katie was nothing less than mezmerized by all of these demonstrations. Jen and I were also taken aback at how cute many of these kids were all dressed up in their little Christmas outfits. And surprisingly, Andrew managed to sit still through them as well. The kids rode a elephant spinning carnival-ride, and we walked a bit to see the street vendor wares. At the end of out walk, we got some free dixie-cup sized drink samples from "Naked Juice" a health-like drink manufacturer known for thick-pulpy juices. Katie and Andy each tried a sample. Andy (more thrilled about the concept of holding his own cup than anything) made on of those huge sour-puss faces after taking his first sip.

Me: "Do you like it Andy?"

Andy: *Crinkled nose and puckered mouth* "Bad Daddy! Bad!"

Me: "Well, here let me take it then..." *Reaching for the cup*

Andy: "No!"

Me: "Well, do you like it?"

Andy: "Bad Daddy." *Takes another sip, followed by the same repulsive face...*

Andy: "Bad Daddy."

He then proceeded to drink the whole thing and ask for more.

Once we finished with the drinks, we walked the parade set-up area and the kids were delighted by seeing all the kids dressed up in Christmas outfits like nutcrackers and elves. As we were heading back to the car, we saw a gold Mercedes drive slowly by with none other than Santa Claus behind the wheel. He must have been heading to the festivities. Katie and Andy both started jumping and waving. "Hey it's Santa!" they were shouting. Jen and I looked at each other quietly, neither of us wanting to mention anything about why Santa was driving a car...

The kids didn't say anything and so we thought we were out of the woods. About 5 minutes later, as we were just getting to our car, Katie blurts out, "I guess Santa's sleigh is broken..."

Later at the house, I was watching the kids while Jen was at the store. Katie trotted off to the bathroom (as she usually does) and I thought nothing of it. About 5 minutes later she comes out looking worried:

Katie: "Daddy, the toilet is REALLY full with water, all the way up to the top..."

Running to the bathroom, I find a nearly overflowing toilet, and a conspicuously empty roll of toilet paper left hanging on the reel.

Me: Katie, how much toilet paper did you put in there?"

Katie: *matter-of-factly* "Mmmmm, not much."

Me: *Turning off the water* "Not much? It's clogged and overflowing? Exactly how much did you put in?"

Katie: *Innocently thinking* "Welllll, all of it."

The way she said that last line was with such complete innocence and detachment, as if she were answernig a simple math problem. I then educated Katie about how much toilet paper was the right amount. Katie by the way is very interested in dance class. We were going to put her in soccer, but she has since informed us that she would rather do dance. Shocker huh? :)