What’s a 33-year-old woman and her baby supposed to do at the mall at 4 pm on an early November Friday?
I had not planned to do this, but we had been walking around and passed a bored-looking Santa with no line whatsoever. Jack had on clean clothes that matched and had no barf or snot stains, and I knew I would never get an easier opportunity than this. The photo elf and I braced for his meltdown when he was handed to Santa, and… Nothing. He giggled at Santa’s beard.
Then, we went into Tiffany’s and he screamed his head off. IT WAS SO EMBARRASSING.