Friday evening, Alex's day care had a Christmas party for the families. They made dinner for all of us, had a couple different craft tables set up, and Santa came. They had Santa in a room with a camera set up to get pictures of the kids sitting on his lap. Travis took Alex and his little friend in to see Santa. His friend was all about it. She climbed right up, talked to Santa and gave a super cute pose for the camera. My kid? Wasn't having any of it. No way, no how was that kid sitting on Santa's lap.
So we went to the crafts. First up: decorating cookies. Or, as it ended up, mom smearing frosting on a couple cookies and cramming them in her mouth while running after Alex and whatever car he was zooming. Then we went to the table where you could make reindeer food. There was a big tub of oats and a big tub of brown sugar and a shaker of edible glitter. The instructions informed us that reindeer love oats and sugar, and the glitter was in there so when you put the food out in the yard for the reindeer, the glitter would sparkle in the moon light so the reindeer could see where to go. Alex was all about that. He whipped up a bag of reindeer food and took off like greased lightning.
He ran straight to Santa, ignored the fact that there was a child currently sitting on his lap and talking to him, thrust the bag in Santa's face and yelled, "I MADE FOOD FOR YOUR REINDEER!" Apparently he just needed something to offer Santa to rid him of any Santa reservations.
A bit later, one of the teachers asked him if he sat on Santa's lap. When he said no, she asked him how Santa was supposed to know what to bring him if he didn't go tell him. He looked at her plain as day and said, "You can tell him, Kathy."
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