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Hit a wall at 6 pm energy wise. Been trying to write. Getting no where. Need a little more help from the peanut gallery. For those of you with small children if you'd like to share some standing in line to see Santa in the Mall stories funny OR irritating please do so I can steal from them liberally for a story with credit given of course.

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Okay. First time I took my son to see Santa, he was exactly one month old, 23 inches tall (he grew two inches in a month!) and about seven pounds, so he was tall but tiny. I had this cute outfit on him, and he was sitting in his stroller. I had parents cooing over him... Anyway, as I'm standing in line, the girl in front has this toy that looked like a paddleboard with a ball attached, except the board was plastic and the pall had plastic suction cups. She flung the ball too far back one time and my son, who had an amazing grip since birth, grabbed the ball and ripped the whole apparatus out of her hand. Mind you, the girl's about eight. I tried to pry it out of my son's hands but he wouldn't let go. Her parents are laughing and I have this stupid look on my face as I try and convince my son that letting this paddle go is in his best interest. But before I can get it out of his hands and give it back to the girl, she goes up to Santa. And then she says, very loudly, "I want another paddle. I don't want one with baby drool on it. And he can keep it as long as I get a drool-less paddle." I swear, everyone in the line started laughing.

Stupid story, I know, but memorable.

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cornerofmadness.livejournal.com

Sounds ilke the 8 year old needed whacked with that paddle. THanks for sharing. I'm trying to get the flavor of standing in line and since I have never done so as an adult I have nothing to go on. Sorcha at this point is 3. I have twin boys terrorizing the line because I knew a mother like this one who didn't want to 'stifle' her kids.

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I haven't told you my world famous Aaron sees Santa story? It won't do you any good because Aaron is far from normal, but it is funny.

Every year I go into NYC with my kids to do the whole Xmas decoration thing. We see the department store windows, we eat expensive ice cream dessets, we check out F.A.O. Schwartz, etc. etc.

When Aaron was 2 1/2, I took him into Macy's and asked him if he just wanted to wave at Santa or actually wait on line and see Santa. He told me see Santa because he had something to tell him. (I should have known right then and there, but I was naive).

Anway, we wait on line for an hour. They have a whole Christmas village set up with train and moving parts so Aaron is fairly well behaved. At that age, kids eventually become antsy. They ask the same thing about 50 times. They begin to touch things they're not supposed to. They get a bit whiney. But, Aaron was surprisingly good.

Finally, big moment arrives. Here is the verbatim conversation, burned in my mind forever.

Santa: And what's your name?
Aaron: Aaron
Santa: What would you like for Christmas?
Aaron: I don't have Christmas. I have Chanukah.
Santa: Well, what you like for Chanukah?
Aron (gives Santa the "you are a goober" eyeroll): Santa, Chanukah is already over and I got my presents! He then lept off the guy's lap and left. I catch up with him and ask, incredulously, "that's what you wanted to ask Santa?"
Aaron, gives me the pity look and says, "Yeah. I wanted to make sure he didn't come to our house."

My kid, the only kid in the universe who dissed Santa.

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cornerofmadness.livejournal.com

Okay that is damn funny. Totally. Well Sorcha won't be dissing Santa. She will be asking for things that make Santa nervous (stakes, swords, a bottle of holy water or however I can translate that into 3 year old talk)