This is as opposed to showing up at 4:45 and being told the next opening is at 7:30 (Tuesday night).
So there was no screaming involved with seeing Santa this year! Lincoln sat on Santa's lap, played with the candy cane, and eventually told Santa he wants a "dog--a dachshund dog."
Clearly, this was George's coaching!
And yes, our child does actually have clothing that fits--his pants just rode up a tad. :)
The screaming came before we saw Santa, when I took him to get his second-ever haircut. He had his first in September and did GREAT, so naturally I expected this again this time.
NOPE!
Lincoln freaked out when the girl came at him with spray bottle & scissors. He had his mouth full of chocolate animal crackers, so when he started screaming, little bits of them fell onto his chin, and he started drooling brown all down his face--it was so attractive.
I managed to distract him off and on by asking him what animals the crackers were and pointing out that the kids in the movie (Polar Express) were about to FALL OFF THE CLIFF! He'd be fine for a minute or two, and then every couple of minutes or so would catch a glimpse of the stylist in the mirror and start freaking out again.
It was GRAND. Especially since she didn't have a chance to get his hair as short as I wanted it, so we'll be back again next month. OH BOY!
