A couple of weeks ago I did something that I am not proud of.
Sarah and I had taken the girls to the mall to have their pictures made with Santa, although I don't think he was the real Santa because he smelled like beef and cheese. Nonetheless, we proceeded with waiting in line, talking it up to Ryleigh to get her excited, and choosing between over priced photo packages.
When it was our turn Ryleigh decided that she did not want to go to Santa. I began coaxing my daughter to sit in some strange man's lap whom she did not trust. When she was unyielding I offered her candy. It took suckers, proding, and finally picking her up and putting her on Santa's lap to snap off a couple of pictures. Under different circumstances I would never do or want to do what I did that night. Oh the compromises we make.
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