T was one and a bit when she first met Father Christmas. She cried and let’s just say, made a bit of a commotion in her nappy and it wasn’t wee. You get the picture.
I doubt if Father Christmas would want to sit too close to her had he known what happened.
Then my husband bought her a DVD and introduced her to Raymond Brigg’s Father Christmas. She absolutely loved it. I first wrote about it here and back then I even wondered whether he was a bad influence on my daughter. She still says blimming sometimes and still loves to watch it over and over again. I guess that DVD prepared her for her next meeting with the jolly/grumpy old man. This time she was two and a bit.
I’m happy to report that no commotion happened. This time she didn’t cry, but was really shy and he could could hardly hear her little replies (more like whispers) to his questions.
Yesterday, I wanted to buy some additional Christmas decors and decided to go to Trelawney Garden Centre in Wadebridge where they have lovely stuff, not knowing that Father Christmas was already receiving visitors. So little T along with her best-friend F had the chance to have an early-meeting with him. I don’t know whether it was because she’s older now or because her best friend was with her, this time she gamely answered his questions and nothing unpleasant happened, which is good because she doesn’t wear nappies anymore.
This post is linked up with PODcast’s What’s the story?
And The Oliver’s Madhouse
Hope everyone has a lovely week planned ahead of them! 🙂