It's SANTA!

I was laying down with Alex last night, trying to get him to settle down and sleep.  But he had important and exciting things on his mind.  Santa is coming.

The amount of spit that flew out of his mouth while he frantically told me Santa is coming!  And he's bring trains!  And train tracks!  And toys! was insane.  I felt like I needed one of those medical face shield things.  No, not one of the surgical masks...one of these:  

Ok, kiddo, please go on about Santa, I'm ready.