So, yesterday Ben got to meet Santa (in the guise of a bearded Welsh chap, real beard, actually Welsh) at a local playgroup near to his Great Nans.
Layla was happy to meet Santa and rewarded everyone with a huge cheery smile, Ben was less pleased. He did me proud (this is not sarcasm), Santa was a strange man who smelt of smoke and Ben was not impressed by that and tried to refuse the present. I am truly glad that he wasn’t lured in…
The present was chocolate (inner sigh) which is at least better than some age inappropriate toy or cheap geegaw that would be broken in a few minutes. Since we have yet to introduce Ben to chocolate his mother has gleefully pawned (to mean owned) them.
Images below:
Layla smiles for Santa
A totally un-chipper Ben
More smiles from Layla
Ben pushes the wierdly dressed and smoky-breathed man's gifts away,m he isn't fooled that easily...
and a gallery of images taken on the day as well:
