So last year, we met Santa for the first time at brunch. Leighton was more willing to be held and wait then, so waiting in a long line wasn't a terribly bad experience. Actually meeting Santa, on the other hand, went a little something like this.
So this year I decided we would meet Santa at the mall on a random weekday to avoid the line. It went PERFECTLY. No one was there but us so Santa and his elves had plenty of time to let L warm up. She played around his wonderland and, though it took her a minute, even high fived Santa a few times. Things were looking up. Until they weren't.
She immediately tried to make herself go limp so Santa wouldn't be able to keep her on his lap. Santa and the elves suggested we get in the photo with her. After a couple of tries, we got this:
Not too bad, right?
So we tried her on her own and got this:
Trust me, no real tears.
So the photographer elf and I try to make her laugh and, inspite of herself, she smiled a little. However, when she saw that we saw, we got this:
So as with anything else in todderville, when all else fails, hand over the iPhone:
Merry Christmas, y'all!
