Jan 06, 2007 16:42
After a fun-filled morning at the Zoo, my 2.325 year old daughter and I went to Lebanese Taverna for lunch. Sitting three tables away from us was an older gentleman with a white mustache and beard. She looks over there at one point, looks back at me, points toward him, looks from him to me again, leans across the table, and says, conspiratorally, "Santa Claus?"
At which point I bust out laughing such as to frighten the folks around us. It's as if I was out with the lunch crew at OldOldJob and one of us thought we saw Natalie Portman in line at the "Chips and Drink?" Subway at the Farragut North Metro.