The boots didn't work. The beard didn't work. The lack of "ho ho ho" didn't work. Oh, well. Selwyn still marched up to "Santa" and told him the one and only thing he wanted for Christmas--cookies. Cookies, cookies, cookies. This Santa was so bad that we had a conversation in the car on the way home about how, because Santa can't be everywhere at once, he sends his elves all over the world to dress up like him. Selwyn seemed satisfied with that story, and I felt like a genius for coming up with it on a whim.
Look how THRILLED Santa was! I didn't let him touch Everett...
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