Being busy as Santa is this time of year, he asked Sears to hire someone to find out from all the children what they wanted for Christmas. That someone was my DH who had been laid off a few months before from his job at a steelmill.
I wanted to see what the kids would say when they saw their father dressed as Santa Claus so I packed them up (aged 5,3,3, and a baby) and headed into town. We looked all over the store for Santa and finally found him riding up the esculator. Unknown to him, we jumped on a few steps down.
I said to all of them! "Look guys - it's Santa Claus!"
To which 3 year old DS replied, "That not Santa - that's Daddy!"
I got the biggest kick out of that because we hadn't told the kids that their father was helping Santa this year AND they hadn't seen him from the front - just from behind.
For years I've wondered how Ds immediately knew it was Daddy. If I hadn't known, I wouldn't have guessed. That son has Asperger's Syndrome (our other children also show some symptoms but he's the worst - obviously high functioning autism). We'd always known that he had more acute senses than the rest of us, but didn't know why. He must have figured it out from the way his father was walking, standing and perhaps could even smell him.
We still joke about that time. It was hard times but we all survived.