On Saturday while Chris was reffing a basketball game, his parents treated Avery and me to dinner out. As we sat down at our table, we saw Santa dining a few tables behind us. (Actually, it was a friendly-looking gentleman who was wearing a red flannel shirt and a Santa hat and was sporting a full white beard. Santa is much too busy this time of year to be eating at Texas Roadhouse in Greenwood.)
Several children in the restaurant came up to him, and he obviously was happy to oblige and talk to them. Avery joined in the festivities by waving to Santa, blowing kisses and saying, “Tanta! Tanta! Ho, ho, ho!”
As Santa and Mrs. Claus left the restaurant, they stopped at our table to say hello to Avery. But when he bent down to see Avery in her high chair, she started wailing and crying! She obviously preferred Santa from across the room instead of right next to her. She cried for awhile and produced a lot of tears as the other restaurant patrons around us felt sorry for her. But after she calmed down, she was back to her usual happy, smiling, friendly self.
On Sunday morning, I told Avery to tell Daddy what happened. She said, “Tanta! Ho, ho, ho! Avery cry.” Yep, that’s pretty much what happened!