Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Claus I Said So

Last year Mom and Dad took me to see Santa at the Bass Pro Shop. This year, we classed it up a bit with a little help from Aunt Abby. She got us into a moderately exclusive Brunch with Santa at Nordstrom.
Naturally I wanted to look my best and to compete with hoity-toity people we expected to see, I sported my French sweater and for good measure M&D brought along the beret. I think if there's one thing the pic above tells us, it's that M&D don't know how to put on a beret. Thankfully they took it off before we proceeded.

If you've met my father I'm sure you'll be surprised to hear that we skipped the face painting station, the balloon animal station, the letters to Santa station and even Santa himself to go get in line to go eat. The food line was moving INCREDIBLY slow but then Mom noticed the Santa line was almost empty. So, even with visions of breakfast potatoes dancing in Dad's head, we got out of line and headed over to see Santa.
I hadn't been out of my stroller since we got to the store and I was just fine with that. And even though I gave M&D some warning that I didn't WANT to get out, they got me out anyway and I expressed my displeasure.

Needless to say, there was NO WAY I was going to go sit with Santa by myself and frankly I wasn't too happy to sit with him at all, even with M&D there.

Despite my crying, I was pretty entertained listening to Santa try to cajole Mom into sitting on his lap in lieu of me. Mom wasn't about it but that didn't stop Santa from making his move anyway.

After my meltdown we once again skipped right past the face painting, balloon animals and letters to Santa (which is probably how I should have let him know what I want) and got back in line for breakfast. We only lost one spot in line and to be honest, the people we were originally behind were pretty annoying so it was nice to have a little buffer.
Breakfast was really good and despite the restaurant being mostly empty, we still had some pretty good people watching. There was one table of eight or so that left around when we got there but then came back after about 20 minutes and were all mad that their table had been bussed while they were gone. To the point where they went and got MORE FOOD. Why would they get up from breakfast for 20 minutes if they weren't done? Crazy. Then there was the party of ten or so behind us. One man, three women and six or so kids. I'm sure it was something perfectly normal but Mom jumped directly to assuming it was a Big Love situation since that's so prevalent in KC.

When we left the Cafe we finally headed over to the balloon animal lady who was quick to let us know she was already 20 minutes late to her next gig and wouldn't be able to do any more after her last one.

No worries, we ran into Aunt Darcy and Grandma Davenport. I know what you're thinking, "what were THEY doing at Nordstrom." Crazy right?
I had a TON of fun playing with them, especially when they showed me how to shop for shoes!

Remember, you can't take it with you, but you can lick it so no one else can take it when you're gone.

Until Later,

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