We have an awful, horrible family tradition of going to the mall to see Santa…on Christmas Eve. To avoid standing in line for hours, we have to get there by 8am. Now that we have two teens in the house…let’s just say they are less than thrilled about this tradition.
Me: “I know you don’t want to go but I just want a photo of all 4 of you. You don’t have to sit on Santa’s lap. Just stand next to the chair.”
Jimmy: “No, I’m sitting ON his lap. I’m going to make this as uncomfortable for him as it is for me.”
Bribery.
Since I didn’t send Christmas cards this year (or last…or the year before…),
here is our Christmas Eve in photos:
Jimmy: Why am I here?
Jake and Eric: GREG!!! MOVE!!!
(The finger sticking up is a coincidence.
I think.)
Jimmy: Why. Am. I. Here?
Jimmy: Because we are freaks.
For a second…
Jake has that look in his eye…
Jimmy: No. I am NOT hiding a smile.
Me: I’m totally blogging about this.
- Me: Greg looks like the Peanuts kids when they are singing.
Jake: Yeah, the dirty one!
