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AFTER

Well, shucks. There really is no "after."

The "before," you know if you read this morning's entry, is Hunter's photo with Santa from last year (or maybe the year prior).

This morning we were supposed to see if Hunter really had grasped, as he claimed, that Santa is a Good Guy and not someone to be feared. Unfortunately there was a snafu along the line, and Santa will not arrive in Oakhurst until tomorrow morning. Even more distressing, Hunter will probably miss this appearance because he once again seems to be suffering from a stuffy nose, which affects his ears. Because of the change in elevation from Cascadel Woods to Oakhurst--close to 2,000 ft difference--the poor kid's ears give him fits.

Lucky for me I was still able to enjoy a delightful breakfast albeit sans Santa with Hunter, Jason and Farida, at one of our favorite Oakhurst eateries, Pete's. Once he got inside the restaurant, he seemed to be doing fine, with all signs of the ear trauma gone.

Since I'd brought my camera to capture Santa and Hunter for posterity, I couldn't resist whipping it out to snap a shot of the boy. One can NEVER have too many pictures of one's only grandson.

He's a cutie, isn't he?