We got up early. We drove 30 minutes to the nearest mall. We arrived way too early and had to burn some time driving around and running a few errands. We stood in line 30 minutes. We had several incidents requiring hand squeezing and stern reprimands during the 30 minute wait. Here are the results:
That's right. All of the preparation and planning were for naught. Gracie saw him coming and immediately started crying. She buried her head in my shoulder and refused to even look at him. All she would say is, "I don't like him!" Poor Santa. I hope his feelings weren't hurt.