I took Claire and Hayden to see Santa today. I tried to get Justin to do it with me over the weekend, but I quit pestering him when I realized that he was much more likely to have a meltdown at the mall than either of the kids.
We waited in line for about 20 minutes (on a Monday morning right when they opened!) and just when it was our turn, Hayden got hungry so we had to pull out of line and feed Little Man. When we got back in line, there were about five other families in front of us and every single child seemed to be terrified of Santa. They'd all walk up to him weeping and wailing and their moms would sing and dance only to end up with red-faced, puffy-eyed photos of their terrified children. Claire, before we got out of line, was stoked to see Santa. Well, she really doesn't have much of a concept of Santa yet but she knows who he is and she was happy to see him. After seeing the reactions of the kids in front of her, she started looking at me like, "Who the heck
is this guy??" When it was finally our turn, she slowly walked up to him like she was heading to her execution. There were no tears, but there were a lot of worried looks when he picked her up and put her on his lap. Hayden, however, thought Santa was fine and enjoyed munching on his tasty beard. Poor soggy Santa.