She was excited to go see Santa. Really, I’m not kidding. She was. Note how that teeny tiny little 2-word sentence is in the past tense….
Her frantic, fearful look was accompanied by temporary mutism. Ordinarily, five minutes of Amy being quiet would be considered an Official Hallelujah Moment for me, but this time? Not so much. Amy followed 7 other kids of various ages, all of whom were sweet, darling, and politely talkative. I don’t know why I would think that she would start following positive examples now, in the middle of the mall on a crazy shopping day, since she’s never followed any other positive example in her entire life, even under the calmest and most comfortable of circumstances. Silly me.
The kicker? About 15 minutes after we escaped the clutches of Santa and his minion of photography scalpers, she looks up at me, tugs my hand, and says woefully: “Mama, I never told Santa what I want for Christmas!!”
Is it too soon to teach her the meaning of “you snooze, you lose”?
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