Nothing makes me more angry than to visit the mall and have to pay for pictures with Santa. I realize that someone is just cashing in on the holiday and this is America and it's all about capitalism, but I think it stinks that parents can't just take a picture of their kid talking to the big guy without feeling like the may be hauled off by mall security at any moment. So luckily this year Santa visited my work. Thank you Santa Darryl.
Emma was a bit hesitant at first, but she decided that he needed her pertinent information and that if she wanted to be the owner of Super Hero costumes she better step up to the plate and give him the information. She told him she wanted an Iron Man WITH MUSCLES costume, a Captain America costume, and a Captain Hook play kit complete with hooks, fishing pole, etc. No, she didn't ask for a single girl item. NOT ONE. But that's OK. She knows what she likes and she likes being a Super Hero. I'm cool with that.
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