Ever since that terrible time that I forced a terrified, sobbing Rosie to sit on Santa's lap for the sake of a picture, I have insisted that no one feel obligated to see Santa if they do not want to. I'm wracked with guilt about it still. I coach the girls every year about the freedom of choice while we stand in line. So, this year, I prepared the girls for the fact that Barnes may take one look at Santa and say, "no way," and that it may be just the two of them and Santa in the picture for the next few years.
Guess I was wrong.
TBC.... 2016
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