Stranger Danger

Wow, another snowy day. What should we do today, Mommy?

No, I don't think I want to play in the yard today. My face still hurts from last weekend's snowy escapade.

The mall? To see Santa? Are you serious? Uh, that includes bundling up and leaving the house. Plus, isn't Santa on the lamb? He is a felon, with all his breaking and entering, right? I remember all the stuff you say about stranger danger. Why doesn't this apply to Santa?

Yeah, I'm busy. I have a contest going at this time, I'm trying to see if I can fit this whole rattle in my mouth. I might make the Guinness Book of World Records. Oh, alright, Mommy. Quit your whining. We can go to the mall. Maybe it won't be so busy since it's snowing. Be sure to put the chains on the car tires. I'm trying to be positive about my Santa visit. It can't be all that bad. . . I vaguely remember last year.

Holy cow! What was I thinking! Where are the cops? To quote Jakie, "Helk, helk!" This guy is the scariest man I have ever seen! Get me out of here, Mommy! Why are you laughing your head off at me? I am traumatized, this is awful!

Mommy says: Poor AJ. We arrived at the mall only to find Santa on lunch break (supposedly feeding his reindeer) until 2 pm. We had 50 minutes to kill, so I walked around the whole mall with him, and the snow did keep most people away. He ate about 2 cups worth of Cheerios during this time, and he was pretty antsy--he wanted to run. We were the second people in line at 2 pm and we watched as infant twins had their photo taken with Santa. The boy twin started screaming instantly, and the girl twin sat and smiled. Then it was AJ's turn. He sat on Santa's lap and looked at him, looked at the photographer, then looked at me and started wailing. If you know AJ, he really doesn't cry that often unless he is really scared. He was scared silly. Poor guy. It took Mr. Blankie, Cheerios and lots of cuddles to calm him down. I still think it's pretty funny. Hopefully he won't remember this!