te my fears they were all pretty good until we got to the check out line. I could feel things getting out of control and just as I was about to start with my usual threats, Austin looked up and there was a man sitting on a bench dressed in ordinary clothes with a long white beard. The man was about 15 feet away and although I had seen him earlier, my back was toward him. Austin stopped dead in his tracks and without taking his eyes off the man he said to me, "I think that's Santa". I turned around and glanced at the man just as he winked at Austin. By then he had all of my kids attention and they were whispering back and forth with big smiles.All of this gave me just enough time to get through the line without any major problems, and as we started to leave the man came up to our cart. "I've been watching you kids and you sure have been good. Keep up the good work". Then he gave each of the kids his card...just in case the wink wasn't proof enough :)
Then, this morning, just when I thought all belief was strong, I let Eve make pancakes all by herself. They turned out wonderful, despite the mess. The problem is that I have always made the very same pancakes with whole wheat flour. They have always been tasty, but now tasting these makes the whole wheat variety taste....well, just not the same. I'm afraid it will take a little more than a wink and a card to restore belief in whole wheat flour... Rock the House, Eve! (the last sentence was finished by Eve...chef extraordinaire) 
