Brian and I always prepare ourselves for potential disaster when it comes to having a toddler. About 80% of the time we are pleasantly surprised.
Carter being 20 months old is just the right time for him to be terrified of Santa Clause. We were ready to accept our photo with Santa may not be any good.
We could not have been more correct.
Drury University has an annual Breakfast with Santa. It provides and activity and interaction with Santa and Mrs. Clause for their employees and Alumni with children. It's a wonderful gig.
Last year Carter let Santa hold him for a minute. We were so excited. Tears running down our cheeks as it was our first Christmas with our son. When it was time to sit him on Santa's lap for the official photo, Carter was not into it. Oh well.
This year, 2008, Carter was NOT into it.
As Santa made his rounds from table to table Carter looked at him. Intrigued at the large man in red. I had Carter standing on a chair so he could see. (27 pounds gets heavy fast.)
Here is the moment. Santa is walking and leaning toward Carter.....I am starting to cry sentimental tears and then Carter screams. He jumps away from Santa trying to find me and lands face first on the chair next to him.
Santa and Mrs. Clause are trying to see if he is ok and Carter is just plain freaking out. I couldn't even get the words out..."get the heck out of here!"
My sister, brother-in-law and niece Caelyn were with us. Caelyn was so excited to see Santa. But when she saw Carter wig out, she too, decided Santa was terrifying. I felt so bad.
Brian and I decided it would be ok for Carter to sit on Santa's lap as long as we were in the picture too.
I still have the giggles thinking about thay morning and really hope Carter is not traumatized for life. *sigh*
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Classic.
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