That's My Baby!!!!!!!

I think the spirit of Christmas has gotten a hold of T in a little bit of a funny way. She has developed a strong connection with one of our decorations. It is a stuffed Santa that has sand in his booty so that he can sit properly any place you put him. This has become T's baby. She takes him every where we go. She puts him in her bed and tucks him in before she goes to sleep. We had to get a cart just for him at the grocery store because T was tired of carrying him, he is filled with sand. He has been sitting at the dinner table with us, and this weekend N asked T if she wanted to go for a walk, this is how the conversation went....
Hey T do you want to go for a walk with Daddy and Bru?
No. My Baby is sleeping.
That's ok Mommy can watch your baby for you.
It's not Mommy's baby Daddy it's my baby.
I know but Mommy can watch him while you take a walk.
No! He will cry for me.
Are you sure you don't want to go?
I don't want to go!!! Said in a 3 year old huff of "stop asking me. I have a baby to take care of!!!"

I'll let the pictures tell the rest......

She said that he doesn't have a beard, it's just his long head hair covering his face.