In preparation for a visit to the local mall to see Santa, Spencer and I read a children's book entitled "Brave Santa" about a little boy who works up the courage to see Santa only when he finds out Santa is a little shy too. Beeps (aka Spence) had a wonderful time practicing for this big event by sitting on Daddy's lap. He even requested that Emma take her turn practicing in like manner and in the end we were all sitting on Spencer's lap to hear him say "HO, HO, HO...what do you want for Christmas?...have you been a good boy/girl?" When the time came to see Santa, he was so brave. He sat right down and announced that yes, he has been good; he wants a fire engine for Christmas; and Emma wants a snowman. Emma was happy to join her big brother on Santa's lap and didn't mind his speaking up for her. We were so pleased with how the outing went.
That was just before Thanksgiving (no lines if you go two days early). Fast forward two weeks or so to our ward party. Adam was on a business trip, and I had gone early with the kiddos to help with the last minute details. I was putting plastic cutlery in baskets when someone announced that Santa had arrived in the primary room and any children there early could go ahead and visit with him. I thought it would be nice if we waited for the rest of the fam (Gma, Gpa, and Laura) to come so we could all watch Spencer sit on the jolly fellow's lap. However, I was not quick enough to catch my little man. By the time I had emptied the plastic knives and strolled Emma over to the primary room, Spencer had already sat on Santa's lap, announced once more that he wanted a fire engine, and was nearly done chomping on his lollipop. He was the absolute first kid in line; fortunately, the ward e-mailed out photos later. I tried to have Emma take her turn, but no dice. She screamed without her Brave Spencer to set the stage. I should have snapped that picture too, just for kicks.
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