We saw Father Christmas today, so I decided to focus on this rather than the prompt.
My youngest (4) clasped my hand very tightly as we waited in line to meet him and I felt very tender towards him. Then just as we were about to go in he turned to me and instructed me not to interrupt him when he was talking to Father Christmas.
When we got in to the grotto he stood at a 45 degree angle to The Big Man and refused to look at him, staring fixedly at some point in the middle distance. He did, however, manage to explain in some detail why he wanted a Dalek Voice Changer Helmet for Christmas (because when pretending to be a Dalek (which is most of the time) his two arms adequately perform the role of the eye stalk and the sucker, but he lacks a crucial third arm for "killing things").
2 comments:
AWWWW so cute, i love this page and bless your son, that's so sweet xxx
Mmm... nice cluster of embellishments!
And sweet little story about your boy!
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