Santa, you had one job, buddy: look at the camera! I have to say, I’m rethinking the fluorescent yellow sock choice – red was an option that I dismissed too quickly. There was a bouncy house at the Christmas party, no shoes allowed, hence the shoeless children. Who am I kidding, my kids don’t have any shoes, they make us carry them everywhere.
Heath and I have a system down for surviving a children’s Christmas party: arrive at Christmas party at 11:45am, Olivia plays in the bouncy house for 10-20 mins (until she is tired out or gets kicked out for being a little too loose with the rules — the operator of the bouncy house has no time for the loopholes she finds), we do some crafts (we don’t follow the instructions), then we feed the children, we attempt a family photo (and fail, every single time), we hit up Santa before the line gets too big, we open presents and then we get out of there, typically 15 minutes before the inevitable meltdown — yes, some people would call us champions, champions of parenting. I am one of those people.
Kate
The Donkey Made Me Do It 