It went way worse than expected. The night before we were all in the boy's playroom and I told Carter that we were going to see Santa and this is how the conversation went....
Me: Let's go see Santa tomorrow
Carter: Where?
Me: at the mall
Carter: oh no, you are not supposed to see Santa, he only comes when you are sleeping, so you can't see him!
Me: Well you have to tell him what you want for Christmas or he won't come and bring you presents.
Carter: That's okay, I don't need anything, look at all these toys I have. (as he outstretched his arm pointing from one end of the room to the other)
Me: Okay well I think you will be sad when he brings Grant toys
Carter: Grant is going going to sit on his lap?
Me: Oh yes, he loves Santa
Carter: (looking at Grant goes over to him and whispers in his ear and says) Tell him you want cars, trucks and trains (then he looks at me and says) We'll share! LMBO
So the next day I get the kids dressed and we head to the mall, I told Carter he did not have to sit on his lap that Santa would leave and all he had to do was sit on Santa's Chair and smile for the camera. Once again we were the only people there at the mall and the only people in line and Grant went running up to Santa so happy and excited, it was adorable. Then out of nowhere Carter had a complete devil possessing meltdown which made Grant cry. While my boys screamed and convulsed like animals. I could not get out of there fast enough. I am such a mean mother!
~Sandra
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