Santa

I braved it to the mall on Monday to go see Santa... when I go there, I got in line and I was pretty happy, because it was short. Layla was asleep and I thought to myself... awesome, this is going to be easy. Well, I was wrong. After standing in line for about 10 minutes, keeping to myself, some crazy annoying lady comes behind me asking, (in a very loud voice trying to wake Layla up!) "HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN WAITING? IS THE LINE MOVING? BLAH BLAH BLAH!" and the lady in front of me is like, "It isn't moving and Santa is taking his lunch break in 5 minutes for an hour!" WELL, I have zero patience and I quickly turned around and left the line.

After some shopping and meeting Jayson at the food court for lunch, I decided to give it another try. Layla looked too cute and I did not want to come back to the craziness of the mall. So... I stood in line for an hour and Layla was pretty good compared to the undisciplined children around me...until... she had to sit on Santa's lap. In her defense he was pretty scary! He wasn't a very Jolly Old Saint Nick. The second I set her down she started screaming and Santa was pissed! I apologized and whipped a candy cane out... it distracted her for the 2 seconds it took to get a picture in! She was not about to smile, but I figured some kids won't stop screaming, so she did pretty good! What an experience.

PS. Don't worry Grandma, I am sending you a copy in the mail.