short film: rare exports

last night we took the boys for an evening of romping at the Lakes Mall. For a mid-romp break I wheeled them down to the Santa Island. It was quickly apparent that we could either get poorly-lit mediocre pictures of our boys crying on Santa's lap, or we could send them to college in 17 years. But not both. Now I know why 1 5x7 and 4 wallets cost 35 bucks...