Today is Christmas Eve and the busy neglectful mom that I've been lately has put off our annual Santa picture to the last minute...so...off to the mall we go. On the way there we were prepping G that we were going to see Santa and that he was going to ask what the kids wanted for Christmas. I was hoping that this would be the first year without a screaming kid (no such luck) and was trying to preemptively calm the fears of our 2 year old. We get to the mall and the girls go right up to Santa, give him a hug and hop on his lap. Hesitantly Grady looks over at him, checks him out, then runs up, gives him a quick hug, takes a few steps back and yells at him "Nanas" then runs away. (Nanas = Thomas the Tank Engine). Needless to say, the next few minutes were spent forcing G to sit on Santa's lap so we could snap a quick picture (which we did end up getting...its not good, but we have it!)
Oh, and...I overheard the girls telling Santa that they wanted magic wands. Not sure where Santa is going to come up with those, but while he's making them, I'd like one too!
Oh, and...I overheard the girls telling Santa that they wanted magic wands. Not sure where Santa is going to come up with those, but while he's making them, I'd like one too!
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