.Yes! I can walk . That's right! Walk, baby. No scootin' (but lots of tootin').
Walking is not that hard. Everyone makes a big deal out of it. Aren't we supposed to do this? Anyway, crawling was lame. It made me feel... just... sort of small. Everything was a crotch view and a stiff neck. Things are still that way, but now I can back up and get some perspective.
The dancing Santa RULES. I'd just run this thing all day if they let me (and they usually do).
I also like daddy's phone. This is cool. I press all the buttons at once. Not sure what the deal is, but I put it to my ear and start "talking" - this makes others laugh. They don't know that I'm actually talking to Santa!