Poor Mason. He cries every single year sitting on Santa's lap at our Ward Christmas party. This year we couldn't even get him on Santa's lap. Maybe next year? You can tell by Marcos' face that we (along with about 30 people in line behind us) were cracking up. It sounds sad, but I promise if you were there, you'd be laughing too. :) My poor, sweet, sensitive little man.
Max on the other hand just loves to be held, and pretty much doesn't care who is doing the holding. "You want this big red bearded stranger to hold me? Sure, Mom. Whatevs."
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That is awesome! Dylan and Evelyn are the same way. No way is Dylan getting anywhere near Santa. Evelyn on the other hand could not care less.
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