(Which secretly I kind of hoped for, b/c the pictures of kids screaming on Santa's lap? Priceless. They make me laugh so hard that I'd seriously better not be eating or drinking anything when I see them. As learned from experience.)
(Also, maybe I shouldn't admit to the blogging world that I hoped AG would cry. But oversharing is what we do here, right? And by "we," clearly I mean "I.")
I am a grinch and hate the mall at Christmas, so when we arrived, it did not amuse me to learn that Santa had taken a lunch break.
Fortunately, we only waited in line about 20 minutes before our big moment.
I think she liked him, don't you?
|Hey! I like your beard.|
(Isn't that a line in a Ke$ha song?)
|She may have a thing for older men, b/c she LOVED him.|
And I'm totally joking, because she isn't allowed to have "a thing" for any man until she's 37.
Just so we're clear.