

So, I woke up one morning, mid-December, with no plan. For me and my special 2-year-old, this is a bit of an emergency situation. I thought, Kris Kringle Mart downtown. Well, that doesn't open until 11, we arrived at 9:30. Then on a random whim, we wandered into Macy's (formerly Marshall Fields, and still, happily for Elliot and I, carrying Frango Mints). All around me in the line were moms who had dressed their kids up in Christmas special togs. Elliot, however, was dressed by dad -- sporting a bed head and sweat pants. With limited prep I stuck Elliot on a strange man's lap with a huge white (real) beard. He didn't scream. He just sat sort of frozen. The hot dog at the Kringle mart was much more to his liking.