Last Sunday Chris was holding Emily Grace's hand as they walked out of the nursery at church toghether. I was in front of them holding the door. An elderly gentleman walked toward us, smiling. He had on a navy blue winter coat and he had a beard that slightly resembled Santa's. Emily Grace looked up, pointed and squeeked "oh! Santa..." like she sees him every day. I'm not sure if he heard her or not but Chris and I could not hide our faces. I looked at Chris and he was trying so hard not to laugh that he already had a tear on his cheek! I would have apologized but I really don't think this nice man heard her and I was afraid he'd see us laughing. EGU went on with her babbling like nothing had happened.
I think this might be a result of Santa "taking her paci to all of the new babies in the world" on Christmas Day 2009. We've survived the missing paci for several weeks now, without much of a melt down but she does mention Santa once or twice a day with the word Paci somewhere in the same sentance. I'm glad the transition was such an easy one but I hope we haven't ruined the image of Santa for her. :)
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