NOT!
Yet again, this year, she's not going anywhere near the Jolly Fat Man. No how, no way.
I took her to the Mall last Thursday, thinking, surely by now, she's over this wigging out thing. Sure she is. She didn't caterwaul, she didn't actually climb up me like a freaked-out cat, but she hid behind me, and starting whining as soon as she spotted the "ENTER HERE" sign.
We walked by, I waved. Santa, luckily, had be previously warned (I work with him at his day job). lol. So, he knew what to expect, but I think, honestly, I'm warped, and that I've warped her in some way.
I swear to God, her father and I had NOTHING to do with this. NOTHING. She freaked as an infant; she panicked as a toddler. She flat-ass refused as a preschooler, and now, as a Kindergartener, she cowers.
There's something bizarre about this. Hell, I remember 2 years ago, taking her to Walmart to have her picture taken, and she literally burst into hysterical tears when the photographer said something about taking her picture with Santa--it was a PICTURE of the Fat Man, and she cried and carried on like I was sticking her with red-hot pins.
This just ain't normal--and it's beyond even the usual "just ain't normal."
Yet again, this year, she's not going anywhere near the Jolly Fat Man. No how, no way.
I took her to the Mall last Thursday, thinking, surely by now, she's over this wigging out thing. Sure she is. She didn't caterwaul, she didn't actually climb up me like a freaked-out cat, but she hid behind me, and starting whining as soon as she spotted the "ENTER HERE" sign.
We walked by, I waved. Santa, luckily, had be previously warned (I work with him at his day job). lol. So, he knew what to expect, but I think, honestly, I'm warped, and that I've warped her in some way.
I swear to God, her father and I had NOTHING to do with this. NOTHING. She freaked as an infant; she panicked as a toddler. She flat-ass refused as a preschooler, and now, as a Kindergartener, she cowers.
There's something bizarre about this. Hell, I remember 2 years ago, taking her to Walmart to have her picture taken, and she literally burst into hysterical tears when the photographer said something about taking her picture with Santa--it was a PICTURE of the Fat Man, and she cried and carried on like I was sticking her with red-hot pins.
This just ain't normal--and it's beyond even the usual "just ain't normal."
2 comments:
I'm waiting to see how my kindergartner reacts, she didn't have much interest in Santa last year--wanted no part.
My kids have never been too impressed by Santa either. They want him to stop by of course, but they don't want to have anything to do with him at the mall or at the church party.
Then again, I can't say I blame them. Some of those Santas give me the creeps, and we spend a lot of time teaching our kids about stranger danger.
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