Is not to have to sit on Santa's lap, on Santa's lap, on Santa's lap. All I want for Christmas is a break from Santa's lap...I don't why my parents make me do this!
We got lucky with the haircut being such a success, because the very next day we went to see Santa and what a mess that was! Last year, Foster was all smiles
at 5 months, sitting on the big man's lap. This year, same Santa...totally different result! The moment we sat him on Santa's lap and moved away to get a few shots...BAM! The tears started to run like the Mississippi. I even sat with him for two shots, but no luck! We didn't get a single shot of a happy Foster, which is so strange. He normally does pretty well with strangers. I have been reassured many times that this is just a phase. Let's hope so!
We got lucky with the haircut being such a success, because the very next day we went to see Santa and what a mess that was! Last year, Foster was all smiles
at 5 months, sitting on the big man's lap. This year, same Santa...totally different result! The moment we sat him on Santa's lap and moved away to get a few shots...BAM! The tears started to run like the Mississippi. I even sat with him for two shots, but no luck! We didn't get a single shot of a happy Foster, which is so strange. He normally does pretty well with strangers. I have been reassured many times that this is just a phase. Let's hope so!
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