So we took Taylor to see Santa Claus for the first time and it went as expected: she wanted to keep him near her and in her vision, but don't even THINK about trying to put her in his lap. But hey, I see nothing wrong with being uncomfortable with sitting on a strange man's lap who is saying "HO HO HO!" and has an enormous amount of facial hair! Mrs. Claus suggested I sit on Santa's lap to see if Taylor would be comfortable then, but I sweetly declined that generous offer. Ewww.But in the end, she got to frost and sprinkle her own cookie, so in her eyes, it was a huge success:)
Smart girl! (And smart Mama, too.) I'm glad to see that she's already why Santa is important: cookies.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad she didn't cry and have a terrible experience like some kids. I'm sure it's cause you handled it just right like you do with kids (and lucky Taylor in particular.)
ReplyDeleteI second Wisco's comments.
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