Ryan had the absolute pleasure of meeting "mall Santa" yesterday. It was an impromptu visit with Santa. We had planned to go this weekend with Josh, but I was at the mall with some girlfriends yesterday and one of them was taking her daughter to see Santa, Ryan was dressed in somewhat Christmasy attire, we were waiting in line with them anyway, and Josh said go for it. Soooo we did.
I once said in a post that I'd never want to be a pediatric dentist, well you can add being Santa to that list as well. I mean besides the obvious having to be a man, be fat, and have facial hair part, he has to deal with screaming, snotty nose kids all day. Poor old man. He really was a sweet Santa but Ryan couldn't get past the big white beard and red coat I guess. Maybe next year? When she's 2 and a half? Hmmm maybe not.