And I wasn't disappointed. Haha! We had been talking about Santa and telling her how nice he was and that if she was a good girl he would bring her presents and she seemed excited, then as soon as we saw him, she freaked out..twice. I took her once to the Santa here in town. She had a death grip on me the entire time so I didn't force her to sit on his lap.
Then I took her again to Bass Pro, where my parents met me. I sat her on his lap and as soon as I did, the screaming began. I quickly snapped a picture and went and "saved" her. Funny memories for sure! She was completely fine as soon as I picked her up. Better luck next year?