This place has been on my list of things to do for EVER. Friday I finally took the kids. They were having an antique and craft fair (as if I could miss that) and hay rides with Santa. It was technically after Thanksgiving so we could start our Christmas celebrations and we wanted to avoid the Black Friday sales like the plague. We had such a great time. There were a ton of craft stalls. We watched a band play while we ate our lunch and not only did we get a photo with Santa but because the hay ride was full by the time I lifted my wide load off Santa's lap, the next time it came around they let us ride with him as well. The kids loved him … not that you can tell from the photograph. Me, not so much. He's on my naughty list this year.
Okay, so you are all dying to hear the story behind Santa thinking I'm chubby. Flynn was quite excited to see Santa. I knew he would have no problem sitting on Santa's knee. Miss M on the other hand I knew would scream, so to save Santa's hearing I thought I would go up for the photograph too … mister 'I'm too old now that I'm 13' didn't want to have anything to do with this fiasco. So I go up and sit next to Santa. He promptly tells me that I have to sit on his knee.
Me: "Umm, it's okay I'll just sit next to you"
Santa: "No, sit on my knee"
Me: *creepy* "Okay, but are you sure, I don't want to do any damage"
Santa: "Oh, you are fine, it's the skinny girls I have to worry about"
Me: *maybe I shouldn't have saved his hearing* "oh well of course with their bony butts and all"