We took Claire to see Santa yesterday. It wasn't a failure, but could have gone better. She was all smiles in line before seeing the big man.
But then, she saw him and realized she was expected to go talk to him. We let the people behind us in line go first so she could watch a little guy sit happily on Santa's lap. Even then, she was willing to wave at Santa, and whisper a Ho! Ho! Ho!, but would not sit on his lap (without me).
Last night when I was putting her to bed. "Mommy? Sit in Santa's lap tomorrow? Maybe tomorrow." Yeah, right.