We decided to go see Santa at Bass Pro Shop the first weekend of December.
I repeat: the first weekend of December.
I assumed the first weekend of December wouldn't be packed with people.
I was wrong.
The line was wrapped around the store.
Tommy was PISSED.
"Are we really going to stand in this?" he grumbled.
When I told him yes, you'd have thought that I had said that I was taking away all his video games or something.
Teenagers. They're moody.
Natalie was all, "I don't mind waiting. I love it in here!" She jumped in one of these things:
"I love this," she breathed. "Can I have this?"
So we waited. And waited. And waited.
"This is ridiculous," Tommy muttered like every five minutes. And he kept giving me looks like this:
Meanwhile, Natalie wanted to touch everything. I reminded her not to touch. She'd remember for two seconds and then touch.
"What's this?" she asked holding up a tackle box.
"What's this?" she wondered holding up a package full of bait.
"What's this?" she inquired holding up the end of a fishing pole.
Have you guessed that our family does NOT fish? EVER?
Nearly two hours later, it was our turn to see Santa. Natalie rushed right over to him.
"Hello! It's me, Natalie. I'd like a puppy!"
I shook my head frantically at Santa.
Natalie happily climbed onto his lap. She's never been shy with Santa. Meanwhile, the teenager remained beside me.
"Go stand by Santa," I urged.
Tommy gave me a mean teenager look but complied.
I snapped a photo with my phone. They snapped a photo with their camera. And then it was done.
"Goodbye Santa. I love you," Natalie said cheerfully.
"Can we go home now?" Tommy grumbled.
We left soon after that. But a warning: Santa lines at Bass Pro Shop will be long. This is because you get a free 4X6 photo and they don't complain if you take your own photo. HOWEVER. You can schedule a time to see Santa on their website. Do that. I urge you to do it. Next year we will be doing it.