Santa’s wap?

Like the saying goes, third times a charm, right? Well, not completely but it wasn’t a total fail for big sis’ third Santa visit. I have been building this visit up for weeks. Watching movies, through song, books, lights, you name it, I’ve tried it. If either of us asked her, do you want to go see Santa? We’d get a huge “yaay!” but if you then asked, are you going to sit on his lap? We’d get a loud, definite, “NO! Stop it!” I really tried the morning of and she was pretty convinced, she was curious while waiting in line and when were next she kept exclaiming, “my turn!” But, once I placed ‘lil brother on his lap and then her she just wanted mommy. I can’t blame her though, this is the same Santa she saw last year but this year someone must have eaten his cookies because he was cranky. Oh well. After the photo she happily ate her “canny cane” and kept saying, “Santa’s wap”. Next year she’ll jump the fearing Santa hump and he’ll fall right into fearing him.  

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Don’t you love B’s lumberjack look? I just wanted to squeeze him all day. 

Riding the train afterwards. 

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