I think this is something that every parent has happen to them at one point in their parenting career, but this was a first for us.
It's my fault really. After I realized I had a little grinch on my hands, I did everything in my power to MAKE him love the holidays. The boys eat, sleeps and breaths Christmas.
Yesterday in the passport line Sawyer looked up at me all excited and said (very loudly), 'Mommy look... Santa Clause!'
The white bearded, jolly looking gentlemen behind us in line pretended not to notice, but I knew the damage was done.