When my daughter was a toddler - three maybe? - a Santa guy in a hotel lobby got seriously in her face, and kept trying to make her take a candy cane she Did Not Want. This despite me telling him to please go away, and her hiding her face. And me telling him, Really, Leave NOW. We were in the middle of traveling, and I believe there was an overdue meal or nap involved as well. It all ended up with her in screaming fits before the idiot guy finally backed off.
After that, she required lots of reassurance that The Red Guy wasn't real, was just some guy with a job being stupid. Then we hit day care, and other kids' family stories. Oh my. ("Yes, we buy presents, but Santa takes those and leaves new ones." wtf?) There were many promises that The Red Guy wasn't going to come down our chimney, or steal the things we'd picked out. She still (at 21) doesn't like him.
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branchandroot
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Date: 2010-12-03 01:56 am (UTC)This despite me telling him to please go away, and her hiding her face.
And me telling him, Really, Leave NOW.
We were in the middle of traveling, and I believe there was an overdue meal or nap involved as well.
It all ended up with her in screaming fits before the idiot guy finally backed off.
After that, she required lots of reassurance that The Red Guy wasn't real, was just some guy with a job being stupid.
Then we hit day care, and other kids' family stories.
Oh my.
("Yes, we buy presents, but Santa takes those and leaves new ones." wtf?)
There were many promises that The Red Guy wasn't going to come down our chimney, or steal the things we'd picked out.
She still (at 21) doesn't like him.