Oh the moods of little ones...

Last night we made a quick trip to the mall to pick up a couple items, and Santa Claus was there. He was down on the first level, and we entered from the top level, so as we walked by, we pointed out to Aynsli that he was down there. We went and made our purchase and then since there was no one in line, decided to take Aynsli down there to see if she would sit on Santa's lap. Last year, Aynsli would have NOTHING to do with Santa, even though she knew him very well. (Daddy had a gig the last 2 years playing the Ho Ho Ho Man).

She was fine until we were about 10 feet from him, and then with every step her grip got tighter on my hand. By the time that we reached Santa, she was WAILING and was not about to sit on his lap. I picked her up, and talked to her, and Santa talked to her, and she eventually calmed down. Santa pointed her to the candy cane and reindeer ears and I put her down and she collected her cane and ears. Santa asked her what her name was, and she said "I'm three". He asked again, and she finally told him her name. He asked what she wanted for Christmas, and she said a pony. She was starting to warm up by this time, and actually gave Santa a hug before we left. All the way home she was talking about Santa, and asking where he was. Then, at bedtime, she said the prayer, and prayed for Santa, Grandma, and the new baby. Oh to be two again.....