For the husband’s birthday in July, it was decided that we would all be getting water guns. So Three and I went out in search of water guns. Which are surprisingly difficult to find in the middle of July as retailers are already switching over to back to school shopping. We did eventually find them. But not without consequence.
The first stop on our trip was to visit Toys ‘r Us. Which didn’t have them. But, they had musical instruments branded with Lightning McQueen. And if there is a Lighting McQueen within half a mile of Three, he will see it. So it wasn’t all that surprising when I heard a little gasp followed by ‘I want that Mommy!’
THAT just happened to be a Lighting McQueen branded drum set. Followed shortly there after by a guitar.
Luckily for Three, his birthday was a few weeks later. And his favorite Aunt Kiki and Gunkle Michael came through for him and got him the guitar. The guitar is all good and all, but the guitar was not the DRUM SET. We managed to put off the drum set for the rest of August. And September. And by October, we started telling him he could maybe ask Santa for the drum set.
Of course, all along I am assuming/hoping/praying that he loses interest in the thing and decides he wants something else. Like maybe that iPad he didn’t get last year?
But alas, no. He still wants that drum set. So we started telling him that he had to ask Santa for it and get his picture taken with Santa and then maybe he would get it.
So for the first year ever, Three was TOTALLY into going to see Santa. He knew the day we were going. He knew when we were going. He knew what he was wearing. He was ALL OVER IT.
I still sort of assumed that once he was actually around Santa, he would freak out.
So we get to the mall yesterday. We do a quick recon mission to remind Three what the Santa set up is like to try to keep a freakout from happening, and he’s all like, whatever, ‘Let’s go see SANTA’ and then proceeds to SKIP all the way up the ramp to wait in the very minimal line.
And then it was our turn.
We made the turn, Santa came into view, AND there it was. The freakout that I knew was coming. He grabbed the husband’s hand with both of his and tried to cover his face and went in to his ‘if I pretend I am not here, maybe you won’t see me’ mode. I was just about ready to concede another failed Santa visit.
The wheels in Three’s head turned, and they turned quick. He saw his dreams of a Lightning McQueen drum set vanishing into thin air. And he rallied.
He sat on Santa’s knee & smiled (sort of). He told Santa all about the drum set and the Hess truck that he wants for Christmas. He high-fived the big man, grabbed his reindeer hat, and skipped on back down the ramp content in the knowledge that the man himself knows what Three wants for Christmas.
Please send Tylenol.