you better not pout, you better not cry

The Saturday before Christmas I decided I had to have a Santa picture of Quinn. Nothing like waiting until the last minute, right? Lucky for me, the hubs was willing to indulge in my last minute need. We packed up and headed to Haywood Mall in Greenville {I had heard they had a really cute Santa}.

Luckily the wait in line was only 20 minutes or so and the hubs was able to keep Quinn happy with some cheerios. When it was our turn the hubs and I braced ourselves for the inevitable melt down.

He did not disappoint ha!

Some say it's mean, but I say it's a right of passage. The crying Santa picture is just a part of growing up. I'm sure next year he'll still be upset, and possibly even the year after that, but eventually {I hope} Quinn will be so excited to go see Santa and sit on his lap before Christmas. We'll capture the memories every year with a picture, happy or sad hehe.