So we drove down to the Jelly Belly Factory after school. All three of us were a little anxious to see if "our" Santa was going to be there. See, we've seen the Jelly Belly Santa for many years. Grace was only two months old the first time. A few years they had a different Santa, but our Santa had been there probably 6 out of 8 years. To my girls, he is THE MAN. He has been interviewed by Erina over the years and apparently he passed the test =). He's the real Santa. Really.
We dashed up the stairs to his room, stuck our three heads in the door as fast as we could....
he was there!!! YAY!
The girls walked up to him, Erina in front with her hands in her hoodie pocket. Santa said "Take your hands out of your pocket!!!". Uh-oh, bad mood? Grace always acts shy in public... I swear, that child isn't shy... she just acts like it from time to time.
First the posed picture, had to take it. Look at Santa's huge hands!
Erina took the lead, she's a leader (got that from her daddy). Grace had a smug little grin on her face, happy that she didn't have to talk.
But THEN... he turned to her. Grace was looking at Erina in panic, giving her the common-talk-for-me look. But she didn't. See, Erina is always Grace's voice in moments when she gets too nervous. But I had heard her say "Grace, you are now eight years old, you can do it yourself"!!!
Santa was being patient. Grace was being quiet.
Erina on the other hand couldn't stop talking. She told him about school, about baking cookies, about our big tree... bla, bla, bla.
Santa was patient with her too. Note how Grace's eyes are glazing over... she's not listening anymore, lol.
And we were done. I hope our Santa will be back next year, he sure is getting old!