Call me evil, but I can't help but laugh every time!
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
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Poor baby. I see therapy in his future. LOL
Thumper's reaction at meeting Santa was the antithesis of that poor baby.
A few years ago, we were at a local mall to see the guy in red. In the blink of an eye, Thumper forced his way to the front of the line and right onto Santa's lap, ultimately stealing Santa's snack of chocolate chip cookies.
We have not been to that mall since.
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