The Year of the Frisky Santa and Freckled Lemonade

We don’t have a very good history with visiting Santa.

Eddie’s first try he was awesome…until he realized whose lap he was on.

The second time around was by far the most disastrous, but also quite classic. I blame Marvin.

Last year Eddie talked a big game, but when it was show time? He blanked.

This year he knew what Santa was about.  This year we had practiced what he was going to ask Santa for and how polite he would be to prove his “goodness” when the Big Guy asked about it.

However, leading up to the event if you asked Eddie if he was excited to see Santa, he would say, “No. I don’t yike his bee-yud” (that’s “beard” in 3.5 year old speak).

He did not sway from this.

As we stood in line he hung back a bit giving Santa the stink eye.

“What’s the matter, bud? Look how nice he is!”

“I don’t yike his bee-yud, mom.”

“You don’t have to touch his beard, hun.”

“Ok. Cha-yee will go with me?”

“yup. And I will too.”


Boy. I did NOT know what I was getting myself into agreeing to that.

When it was our turn, Santa gladly took a reluctant Eddie on his knee as I sat next to Santa with Charlie.

Please excuse the I-Worked-All-Day-With-Teenagers look I have going on.

Please excuse the I-Worked-All-Day-With-Teenagers look I have going on.

Moments later, Santa insists that I get on his knee too.  I offer to just give him Charlie, but he insists.  I look at Cort…who is just laughing poised ready to snap the picture when I climb up on that pony.

No, there was no organization to this.  We Sluiters enjoy flying by the seats of our long as those pants seats end up on Santa's lap. Wait. what?

No, there was no organization to this. We Sluiters enjoy flying by the seats of our pants…as long as those pants seats end up on Santa’s lap. Wait. what?

Oh…and the conversation between Santa and Eddie was absolutely too riveting not to share:

Santa: What is your name?

Eddie: Eddie

S: How old are you, Eddie?

E: Three.

S: Have you been good this year, Eddie?

E: I don’t know. Yeah.

S: Well what would you like Santa to bring you for Christmas this year?

E: I don’t know.

S: what is your favorite toy right now?

E: I don’t know.

S: What do you think your baby brother would like?

E: I don’t know.

S: How about your mom and dad?

E: I don’t know.

S: Well you are all in luck!  We made extra “I don’t knows” this year!!! Lots to go around!

It would have gone on like this forever had I not excused myself from Santa’s lap and told Eddie to tell Santa thank you.  Then Santa sent Eddie on his way with four mini-candy canes. One for each of us (so really four for Eddie).

All of a sudden Santa was Eddie’s fricking BFF.  He wanted to go back and “do it again.”

But we persevered and headed to our annual post-Santa meal at Red Robin.

(Sidenote: when I say “annual” I mean we did it last year so we figured we would do it again this year, hence it is now annual.)

When we pulled into the parking lot, Eddie said, “We get to go IN?”

Apparently we don’t get out much.

Also? Both Cort and I obsessed over what we would order ALL DAY.

Yeah, no. We don’t get out much AT ALL.

mmm. freckled lemonade for the win!

mmm. freckled lemonade for the win!

Eddie ordered his own meal, ate the whole thing, peed on the potty, and used his manners.

And said, “Thank you mom. Thank you so much dad. I YUV dis place!”

We may not get out much, but least when we do? We make it count.

About Katie

Just a small town girl...wait no. That is a Journey song. Katie Sluiter is a small town girl, but she is far from living in a lonely world. She is a middle school English teacher, writer, mother, and wife. Life has thrown her a fair share of challenges, but her belief is that writing through them makes her stronger.


  1. Hahaha, too funny! I don’t know which is my favorite part of this post – Eddie asking if you get out of the car? Oh wait, no the Santa conversation! NO, YOU on Santa’s lap. Hee.

  2. Z is like this when we go to IHOP (we don’t go often, but when we choose to go out it’s there because kids eat free after 4 WHAT) — amazed we get to go in AND sit down. Three year olds are cheap, easy dates. Red Robin makes me poop. Happened before I left the restaurant both times so there won’t be a third. Oh, you’re welcome!

    Um, in the first pic Santa looks high. In the one of you on Santa’s lap Santa’s eyes are rolling like oooh yeah. Ah, memories.

  3. aww. this made me smile. i don’t know what is my favorite part!

  4. Roxy doesn’t like Santa, either. The stink eye thing? The whole hour we were in line to see him. I only hope that next year I am able to get her back on Santa’s lap.

    We don’t get out a lot either. If I tell Rox we are eating somewhere, her first question is always, “Can we go in?”

  5. Awww…so SWEET! I love it. Merry Christmas!

  6. Love the Santa convo. Kids are so funny.