Ahh, there's nothing like torturing the youngest at Christmastime. Dress them adorably and make them wait in line for an hour-and-a-half only to be thrust at some wierdo with a scary beard they've never seen before. Throw in a little too much heat and some canine teeth making their way to the world, and you have a complete meltdown. Santa told me we had two options: he could hold him screaming for the picture, or someone else could hold him. Was I naughty this year?
1 comment:
LOL, I love it Krystal! I've got some of those somewhere in a box, and they are totally your duty to have ammo for the future!
It's a great shot!
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