Yesterday, Carrie and I were at the mall twice – first around lunch, and then for my concert. At lunchtime we walked past Santa, and I asked Carrie if she wanted to go sit on his lap. Since we want to dress her up in her Christmas dress and take a picture of her sitting with Santa I thought it might be a good idea to do a trial run. She thought about it for a minute and agreed. Well, she happily sat on his lap, and actually told him her name when he asked. But when he asked her what she wanted for Christmas she didn’t say anything. So, Santa suggested she might like a dolly, and Carrie just giggled.
After the concert, Carrie asked if she could go sit on Santa’s lap again. I was pretty surprised, but agreed to it. Well, this time, when Santa asked her what she wanted for Christmas, she promptly replied “a dolly!”
The little stinker. She has at least a dozen dolls at this point, between the ones I’ve bought and the ones other people have given her. (That would just be baby dolls. Rag dolls…there’s easily another half dozen of those.) I’m pretty sure Santa’s helpers are not planning to put a doll under the tree. I think I’m going to have to bring her back to Santa and try to coach her into asking for a game or something…