Santa...

We have been to the mall several times during the holiday season and each time have made a passage by Santa's area.  Quinn is always enthusiastic to see him, wave to him, and pleads desperately to sit on his lap.  Sullivan is content to wave to him but only from a distance!  Each time we walk by I look at the girls' outfits and hair, assess the situation and think to myself, "Next time we are here we will stop by and sit on Santa's lap. I will remember to do their hair or dress them in a shirt that doesn't have daycare stains on it."

Well, we made the trip to the mall again tonight with the sole intent to see Santa.  Each of the girls received a letter from Santa in the mail today, so we thought that this would be a perfect day to go see him.  Sullivan had a game plan - she would go up to Santa, but there was no way she was going to sit on his lap.  She compromised with, "I stand by Santa - no sit!"

I thought this might be the year that we get one of those "sitting on Santa's lap screaming my head off" pictures.  Well.... when we approached Santa tonight, this is what we got:

Never, ever, ever did I get that one photo of my girls afraid of Santa!  Guess that's not such a bad thing!