She never fails to amaze me. Every time we see Santa in the mall, she makes some sort of high pitched screaming noise and covers her ears. I, being the
kind, compassionate mother that I am
gently tell her it's all okay and she doesn't have to tell her to suck it up, I am getting my picture of her with Santa. It all started out the same this year as years past, the screaming and clinging. After I warned the "elves" about the screaming, I plunked her down in Santa's lap- and what do you know, a little Christmas miracle. There was no crying! There was no clinging! She sat there and talked to Santa and actually told him what she wanted for Christmas! (which incidently is going to set me back a whole $4!) Please excuse the glare in my pictures- I was too awestruck to worry about my photography skills!
P.S. Anyone know what a singing Barbie is? This is a new addition to her list...
Christmas 2006 Proof that she really hates Santa. Last year The Hubs wouldn't even go with me to get the obligatory picture since he said it was torture so I only have the "mall" photo.
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