While on base this weekend, we saw children having their pictures taken with Santa. Sam and I decided we’d have Bella do it right then, and I began to excitedly tell her, “Look! Santa! Yay!”
Because I knew. I knew she wasn’t going to like him.
And I was right. She had a DEATH grip on me as we got closer. I don’t know if it was the hat or the beard, but Santa may as well have been the Devil.
So I had to sit with her on the giant chair:
And after a billion shots of her looking back at Santa with terror she finally smiled when Sam asked her, “Who is Daddy’s little angel?” She pointed to herself and said proudly, “ME!” and we got a shot.
Then I snuck away while Santa slowly unwrapped a piece of candy in hopes of keeping her on the chair. His lap just wasn’t happening:
And as soon as she got it, she hopped off the chair and ran away from him: