For your reading pleasure, a narration of last night's Santa experience:
Lydia: I'm not so sure about this, but I don't think I like it. And why on earth am I wearing so many stripes??
Seth: I practiced all day what I would say to Santa, and now all I can do is stand here with my hand in my mouth.
Lydia: Oh, wow. Mom's making a fool of herself off to the side so I'll stop crying.
Seth: Same as last photo.
~~Lydia: Wow, Mom's still at it. I don't think I've ever seen her jump up and down, clap her hands and whistle all at the same time.
Seth: Now I have a candy cane, but I can't make myself look at Santa yet.
Lydia: OK, if Mom's over there, who's holding me?
Seth: I'm contemplating talking to Santa. Should I or shouldn't I?
Lydia: OK, nice try distracting me, Mom. Get me away from this guy!
Seth: Boy, this candy cane sure looks good. OK here's the plan. Just before we walk out the door, I'll tell Santa thank you for the candy cane and that I want a red fire truck for Christmas. Whew!