There’s something about being two that turns the vision of santa from fairytale to nightmare as quickly turning on a light switch. We took the girls to see santa last Tuesday night at the mall and the whole time we were in line waiting (an hour and a half) Emma was her usual self. Happy, angry, munchin down on the cookies and crackers. The time went fairly quickly (I took the girls to play in the mall while amy stood in line…) and before you know it it was our turn.

Grace had no problem. She loved it. She likes the idea of being able to tell this guy what she wants for Christmas and poof. Magically on Christmas morning she wakes up and she has the stuff (if only it were truly that easy). Of course, she’s had her turn being afraid of him before, but now she likes him and ANY time we go somewhere where Santa is, she has to go up and see him. I don’t know why, she just likes the guy and trusts him. I guess thats the way it should be with Santa. She told the Big Guy what she wanted for Christmas (no its not weight benches or anything like that, she wants makeup, a stuffed seal from macy’s and an ariel wig), so we’ll see what she gets.

Mose on the other hand, FREAKED out when I carried her up to Mr. C. and sat her on his lap next to Grace. I don’t know what it is, but something about being two just causes children to dislike Santa. Grace was the same way and so were countless other little children at the mall that night. Santa really must have the patient of a saint in order to sit in his big comfy chair and take photo after photo with screaming little kids. I don’t think I could do it. We got a photo of the two of them though, and like it or not, Emms is screaming her head off.

Oh well, maybe next year.