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On the way to a birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese, we happened to catch Santa Claus on a fire engine. He waved at us and pointed at both the boys. Right after the party, as we were leaving Chuck E. Cheese, he happened to pass by again. As we made our way back towards my mother's house, we saw him a third time, and for the rest of the afternoon, we could hear the siren, which meant he was rather close.
We've now got Dylan convinced that Santa is following him around to see if he's being naughty or nice. Sadly, nothing changes. But it'll be worth a few hours on a psychologist's couch one day.