That is the only way to describe John's reaction at meeting Santa on Friday. We were in line and watched several of the kids sit with Santa. I kept pointing out Santa and John enthusiastically repeated "anta" with me and pointed at the bearded man. I thought we were on a roll. As our turn came up we approached Santa, waved to him, and John even almost smiled at him for a nano second. I thought we were good. Then as I leaned over to put John on Santa's lap John grabbed me with a death grip, his fingernails clawing and sticking in my shirt like a delirious cat and this is what happened....
Can you hear the scream through the picture? I can. It was pretty awful. I think people in Dallas could hear the scream. Here's the full picture.
But, my, what a professional Santa is...he continues to look as jolly as can be despite the terrified child on his lap.
Here's a look at last year.
huh? where am I? who is this guy?
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This picture is worthy of remembering to show John's future wife...and probably his college roommates too. Anyone that could potentially give him a hard time later in life! Wow what a scream!
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