Because traumatizing poor Kiki with Santa Claus isn’t sufficient, I took her to see the Easter Bunny. I thought it’d be a good test of her tolerance of adults wearing large, ominous costumes. See her reaction below.
See Bunder's cheesy grin
Prior to placing her on the Easter Bunny’s lap, I asked her, “Kiki, will you sit on the Easter Bunny?”
She clung to me, shook her head no, and verbalized a very distinct negative. I asked, “Will you stand next to the Easter Bunny?”
She shook her head vehemently and again answered, “NO!”
Therefore, I did what every other cold-hearted, holiday loving, picture craving mother does. I ripped her from my arms, placed her kicking and screaming on the bunny’s lap, and danced behind the photographer cheering, “SMILE!”
I know I’m not winning any mother-of-the-year awards. However, I think she’ll thank me when she’s older and has a funny picture to show her boyfriend.
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