I took the kids to the mall to see Santa this morning. My lack luster
parenting skills are very evident in the picture. Porgie insisted on wearing her Christmas dress. Izzy insisted on wearing regular clothes. The baby insisted on wearing 3 month clothes that are clearly getting too small. My daughter's hair
looked wild and disheveled (by the way, it always looks wild and
disheveled). She also has several half washed off tattoos on both arms. And
Izzy was desperately holding on to my hand, because Santa Claus is some
scary shit. BUT, we did it! We got to tell Santa what we wanted for
Christmas! Go me!
P.S. This is a picture of a picture, because I am much too lazy to scan in a copy of the actual photo.