Yeah, so why'd I have to start out with such a negative, judgmental post? Let's move on to better things...Santa Claus. We went to Northpark last week and visited the ultimate Santa. The posed picture won't scan, but it's boring anyway. Here's some of the little chat they had:
Santa: "So have you been good this year?"
Mia: (long pause) Yes.
Santa: "What sort of good things have you done?"
Mia: "What?"
Santa: "Have you taken care of your toys and listened to your mom?"
Mia: (even longer pause) "Yes."
The whole time she was absentmindedly fiddling with his beard. And trying to avoid my gaze. She told me beforehand that she was going to tell him that she didn't want anything for Christmas because she loves her life. And she wishes on stars every night for the secret things she wants (which are not so secret, I tell you...more on that later). But, in the heat of the moment she asked for "an automatic dog". Huh.
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