For any other purpose, handing a shrieking, terrified child over to a complete stranger and taking pictures would seem barbaric, cruel, insane, potentially even abusive.
But when that stranger is seated in the middle of the mall, dressed in a furry red suit and surrounded by bored-looking teenagers in curly-toed felt shoes? When you have to wait in LINE to traumatize your child, and then fork over nearly $30 for the very *least* extravagant package of said disaster photos?
In that case? Cute. Or something.
This was Santa picture take two. The first was a short stint of crying followed by some very sullen but not screaming pictures. But. We were the first pictures of the day so they were out of focus and we had to do it again. It was going *back* to the strange old man that really scared the bajeezus out of my kid.
Plus I totally felt the Santa judging me for giving him my screaming, frightened toddler. Twice. Last year he was all smiley and my pudgy, oblivious little six-month-old was too. This year? take a look. Santa’s totally giving the stink eye, right? Pretty sure I’m on the naughty list now.
Anyway I notice that there are quite a few santa disaster blog posts of late, so I’m linking this one up to Mandy’s over at Harper’s Happenings. But I don’t have a button because I don’t know how to do it, and because I’m lazy, and because I’m doing this on my lunch break and don’t have time to figure it out. so that’s that.