Yet another proud moment as a mother
There are so many Christmas stories to share, I’m not really sure where to start. So…we’ll start a few days before Christmas.
We needed a little something to do, so I told the kids I would take them to see Santa. Thinking by 3:30 pm all the littles would be home taking an afternoon nap and we could just breeze right in and lay it on down for Santa.
Well, not exactly. There was eerily NO ONE in line but swarms of people everywhere. So we walked up to the two Santa gate keepers at the head table. Quickly we find out that there was a 5 1/2 hour wait. When asked when the best time to see Santa would be, gate keeper number one says to me, “Well, that would be November 15!” I almost kicked her in the teeth, smart ass, happy holidays, whore. Oh goodness, did I just say that, sorry I digress.
We (ok…I) come to determine that Santa is so not worth that, so I gave them each a quarter to put in the gumball machine and the nod to take a quick tour through Build A Bear first.
We zip through the store and hit the wall of gumballs. I realize KP is digging through his filled pockets (there are always treasures in there) to get at his quarter and there is something blocking his fat little fist from making it to the bottom. He pulls something out, something I have never seen before.
When questioned about it, his first instinct is to lie, tell me it’s his, he found it, he brought it from home, some strange man in a red suit gave it to him. After a few more questions he comes clean and tells me he lifted it from Build A Bear. Swift, fast and undetected…it is truly a gift and not a good one (he does it at preschool all the time, we now pat him down before he leaves).
This photo is us marching him back into the store so he can return stolen goods (see right hand).
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