I went to see Santa yesterday. Mom and Dad both told me he's a nice man who will bring me whatever presents I ask for. I'm not buying it. I was happy and fine until the minute they put me on his lap, and then I screamed bloody murder. I don't trust that hairy guy.
Don't worry, I looked like this again about 5 minutes later:
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That's how Milan was last year. We have not tried it again yet. LOVE the after pic - so cute!
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