First Santa Visit

Dad was helping Santa this weekend at the local bank. I thought this would be a great thing. No crying would be involved because she knows Papa, who is a Santa helper. Well....things did not go as planned. She was good for the first 20 seconds. Then it was all tears. Lip curled down and all. It was a full blown "did not want to be there" cry. It was sad. Well, several more attempts she kindof put up with it. Overall it was neat to see my dad play Santa's helper. Maybe next year Charolette will be better about it.

I think we have come to the conclusion that Charolette will be raised in the belief that her Papa is a Santa's helper because Santa is too busy to do this himself because he has work to be done in the North Pole. That no one ever sees the real Santa.