scaredy Bop

This morning when I was getting you ready for Mrs. Cynthia's house, you asked me if you could see Santa Claus. So, Daddy, Grandma Rita, and I spiffed you up and we headed for the mall in the afternoon. You were very excited and even told Daddy that he couldn't sit on Santa's lap because he would hurt him. We quickly walked through Mervyns and lo and behold, the big guy dressed in red was right there! He waved right at you. Your tiny little legs wrapped tightly around my waist and suddenly, I felt the grip of death. You let me sit you in Santa's lap...but, there was no way in heaven that you were going to talk to him, let alone smile to take a picture. You sat there, evil eyed, not believing that you were really sitting on his lap. He asked you if you wanted a dolly, and you said a pink one and a purple one. He told you you already had a purple one! How did he know? We tried a little while longer and you still didn't give in. However, you did give him a big hug and a high five. What more can we asked for? As we were leaving, you asked me where your dolly was? I then realized that you don't quite understand all of it yet. Soon and very soon my little scaredy bop! Love you to pieces!