No thanks, Santa

So today we did our annual parenting duty: we took Mia to see Santa. We went to the free company Christmas party at my office. This is how excited she was about it:


After sleeping the entire way to my office, she woke up quite grumpy about being suddenly at the kind of party that requires dexterity she hasn't developed yet to make the available crafts. She was also a little mad that she doesn't have enough teeth to really do some damage at the cookie table. Nevertheless, we stood in line to greet St. Nick, who might or might not have really wanted to be there. I tried to hand Mia off, but as you can see, she was absolutely, totally not interested in hanging out with a strange man in a crazy suit.


Santa gave her a peace offering: a candy cane. As you can see, she held it. Momentarily. Then she promptly handed it back. She wanted nothing to do this with this old man.

So we'll give Santa another go this holiday season. Fingers crossed.