I noticed the others moms smirking, some giving me the sympathy eyes and some avoiding eye contact. Like, poor me and my unruly child who GASP doesn't want to meet Santa. But here's what it comes down to - SHE DOESN'T WANT TO MEET SANTA. She got a glimpse of the guy and she's not sold on it. And that's okay because I don't really need another picture of her on Santa's lap crying and fighting to get away. That would be for me. For her, she's got to want to meet Santa, to tell him everything she wants for Christmas and that she has in fact been a good girl all year long. But she doesn't want that. Because she's two years old and she doesn't get it yet.
So, we got out of line and went to the bookstore, then got gelato.



And then, once Britton was calmed down, I got my freaking picture of her with Santa. With some concessions, of course.

And after that, we left. Because she certainly had no intention of changing her mind. And we were all full on Starbucks, gelato, and Wetzels pretzels.
And then it happened - something HUGE. On the way to the car, I spotted Santa's sleigh. This is breaking news people - has his sleigh ever been spotted during the day before? I don't think so. But here's your look at it. And proof Santa is real. And a Ford man, apparently.


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