On our way to Santa, my very smart Brown Eyed Girl said, "Mommy? Why do we have to go seeeee Santa when Thomas (the Elf) goes back to Santa every night and he tells him what I want?"
Touche'
Aunt Rah Rah was able to work a little magic and all of a sudden everyone was on board again - off to the mall we went. We found the jolly old guy sitting in his grand chair and watched child after child sit on his broad lap. As soon as we committed to the line, Mr Blue Eyes started balking. I was working my mommy magic when the mother of all freakouts happened. An un-named mother executed a successful ditch and run maneuver just has her precious babe completely lost her bananas. Screaming. Tears. Flash of a camera. Hysterics... It really takes a special person to voluntarily sign up to be Santa. Very. Special.
Unfortunately, Mr Blue Eyes started back pedaling at 90 mph. A little quick negotiating and watching three totally cool older boys all sit on Santa's lap and we were back on board.
Finally they BOTH sat on Santa's lap!
Each one told Santa they had been good all year (aheckkk horse kaka). Then our Brown Eyed Girl asked for a Rapunzel doll. Not just any Rapunzel doll - because we already have 3 different versions - but the wedding dress Rapunzel doll. It was a Fire Truck for Mr Blue Eyes.
Santa told them to be good, helped them off his lap and we received our $34 souvenir photo and were on our way. I turned around and Mr Blue Eyes was just standing there in front of Santa, giving Santa a hard, cold stare. Santa asked what he needed. Without skipping a beat that cute, little, blue eyed boy said, "Where's my fire truck?" Santa tried to explain that he would bring the truck on Christmas and Mr Blue Eyes shot me a look like, "Are you kidding me? You told me if I sat on that stranger's lap I would get a fire truck. I feel jipped. Yep, I got robbed. What a crock this Santa dude is. Pffsssh I am not wasting my time with this dog and pony show again next year. What-ever Santa..."
He walked about three feet from Santa, stopped and gave one more searching look to be sure we weren't hiding a fire truck somewhere. Like and episode of Bloopers.
Defeated he surrendered and left with out a fire truck.
So how do you add a little pep in your step after that ginormous let down?
Two words... PET STORE!
Disclaimer: I will NEVER purchase a puppy, at Christmas or any other time, from a pet store.
I am NOT exaggerating when I tell you that there must have been 75 puppies on display that day. Puppies every where! All shape and sizes, colors and breeds. Puppies!!! So many puppies.
There were also hamsters and birds and fish and bunnies.
Okay the bunnies were pretty cute. Soft and silky.
There was a pretty cute little sleeping baby Boji puppy. We all agreed that she was the cutest puppy in all the store. So of course, I had the kids stand next to her and I took a picture. I then text messaged Handy Man the picture - because I can do that now. Text message Handy Man. Because Handy Man graduated in 2013 from a super boring very NON smart phone that even lacked text messaging capabilities and was really just a phone. Just a plain old phone. And he graduated to a brand new shiny iPhone 5S! Ohhhh fancy!!!
I text messaged him this darling picture and told him, "Merry Christmas Daddy!!!
And then I got a message back containing a few expletives...
I replied, "But honey she is on sale today! Only $675! Pleeeeazzzz?!?!"
Daddy said no....
Silly daddy. I am pretty sure he checked the back yard when he got home and braced himself for evidence of a puppy.
Hook, line and sinker!
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