Something you never think you'll witness your child doing...throwing AZ snowballs (giant marshmallows) at Santa while shouting, "You're NOT Santa!! I saw Santa last weekend and you don't look like him, you look stupid!" Keep in mind she's 6, because she then asked to see his driver's license for proof of his identity. That's when you're torn between being a good mom and correcting the behavior or standing back with a shocked expression like everyone else, while looking around to see where that girl's obviously horrible parents are.
You see, there are many times I absolutely love how amazing her little memory is. I can't remember what street we turn on, where I parked the car, someone's name....or their dog's name and age...and then there's the really important shit, make and model of the car they drive, what they wore when we saw them last, the date a show comes on so I can be certain to DVR it. Remembering every minute detail about the last Santa we saw and verbally assaulting this one, yeah, not so much. Oh, and there are bonus points, we were at church while visiting this Santa. She was completely disgusted with this blatant imposter, who by the way actually had a real Santa beard vs. the fake beard "real" Santa was wearing. It was clearly about who we saw first and not about quality of facial hair. It always comes back to facial hair for us, doesn't it? Any way, I clearly learned my lesson. From here on out we will only be seeing one Santa each Christmas...or we'll be hiding in the back while T publicly berates any Santas unlucky enough not to be the first.
