My mom LOVES to tell the story about how I cried and cried every time they took my sister and I to takes pics with Santa.
So when I took Moose to the mall today, I did everything I could to keep him in a good mood – he was napped, fed, hydrated, clean, happy, etc. I was determined not to have him continue my “legacy”. We walked up to Santa and Moose was great. Santa even made him laugh and Moose gave him his most charming smile. I eased Moose onto Santa’s knee. Moose was great, still smiling… until I backed away. It was a look of sheer terror.
The guy who took the picture said this was the only one where Moose was looking at the camera and maybe people will think he was laughing. Yeah, right. Oh well.. guess we gotta do some Santa-training for next year. Or maybe I can just get someone to Photoshop a happy face in there.
**As a quick note, here is some proof that it isn’t just me and Moose who were freaked out by Santa – this is my darling nephew!!