I promised to take Henry to Walmart today to see if he could find some action figure he's been looking for. Reason #146 why I hate Walmart: Oh. My. God. The Santa. Henry heard the bells jingling and ran to the end of the toy aisle to investigate. He came zipping back to me, eyes as big as saucers. "MOM!" He whisper-yelled, "the Santa is missing some teeth and his beard is brown but it looks like he sprinkled white powder in it, and his eyes are crossed!" I didn't get close enough to check, but I'm also pretty sure he smelled like beef and cheese.