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November 21, 2011

Bless your heart mall Santa

We took the kids to see Santa this weekend.  It went well – meaning RB did not scream and cry and refuse to sit on his lap.  Sure, she’s got a big puss on her face in the photo, but she’s not crying like last year’s pic so it’s a win.  She was actually really enthralled with Santa this year which was a lot of fun.  All the kids were.  After the photo, they got a chance to chat with Santa a bit. 

Daisy was beside herself – someone else as jolly and happy and cuddly as her?!? She didn’t cry when I put her on his lap,  like most babies.  Instead, she cried when I took her off!

RB was really into the magic of it all and asked “Santa come house? Bring presents?” To which Santa replied, “Yes, if you are a good girl. What would you like Santa to bring you?”  With a big smile on her face she softly said, “lipstick pwease.” 

I’m not making this up.  My 2-year-old just asked Santa for LIPSTICK for Christmas.  I have no idea what we are going to do with that one.

But that’s not even the best of it.  ‘Cause then it was Sprout’s turn. 

He politely told Santa his name and address, that he was a good boy at school, and could he please have a spiderman toy for Christmas?  Santa reminded him to also be a good boy at home [high-five santa!] and then, yes, he could have a spiderman toy.

So we grabbed our bags and started herding our squirrels out of there – quite pleased with a successful Santa trip.

And that’s when Sprout stopped, turned to Santa, and asked with furrowed brows, “Why didn’t you come to my house when I lived with [bio mom]?”

Oh hot damn.  I don’t think they cover questions like that in Santa prep school.

But bless his rosy-cheeked heart, that Santa was able to think on his toes. “Oooooh, you are Sprout?!  I was hoping you’d come to see me! You see, there was a terrible miscalculation in my directions that year and I missed your house.  I’m sorry to say that even Santa makes mistakes sometimes.  Would you like to wish for one more toy this year to make up for it?”

Relief spread across Sprout’s face.  Yes, that answer makes sense. It was just a mistake.

“Yes please. Spo.nge Bob silly bands.  And do you know the Easter Bunny?”

“Oh yes, we are good friends.”

“You can tell him its okay he missed my old house too.”