Turns out the little monkey is quite sick with a high fever. That explains his skepticism of the giant Cookie Bear, his unwillingness to try the candy floss, and his immediate tears when we walked in the Chrismas grotto and he spotted Santa. Not like him at all.
Hopefully someday he realizes Santa isn't out to get him.
And hopefully we get more sleep tonight than last night.
posted by Christina at 9:25 pm
I am a thirty-something, canine-loving, Jane-of-all-Trades. In a former life I was a high school math teacher and I also created education materials. Now I am a graphic designer under the name Greener Pastures Design. I create scrapbooking products, do freelance graphic design work, and teach scrapbooking at KiwiScraps. I have a huge supportive family, one wee bub, two sweet Beagles, and a Kiwi husband who is very good to me. I am lucky.
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Hope he's better today poor chickie.
Actually, Santa can be quite scary when you're little. Big red men coming down your chimney and all that....
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