Last Saturday, the kids and I bundled up in our coats and mittens and headed to downtown Georgetown to see the Annual Christmas Parade. As I was packing the kids up, I thought “this is crazy.” It was 36 degrees outside. burr…. Well, we got to the parade and with enough time to grab some much needed hot chocolate and a chocolate chip cookie. The kids really enjoyed the parade. Christian ran around, eating his cookie and stealing the hearts of the people near by. Kayla sat waiving as each of the ca, float, and other attraction past by (waiting patiently to see Santa). Kayla had talked ALL morning about Santa Clause. She wanted to tell him about the pony that she wanted for Christmas. Before the parade, I told her we would go see Santa after the parade. Well, the last float went by and it was Jolly Old Saint Nick. Kayla was so excited. As he past by, I tried to round up the kids. “Let’s go Kayla. Come on, lets go see Santa Clause.” I turned around for a second to get Christian up on the sidewalk and Kayla was GONE!!! My heart stopped. I started yelling for her. She was just there. Those two 0r three minutes of yelling and panicking seemed like a lifetime. As I am yelling and looking for her, I see in a distance a police man escorting my little girl to me. I was so thankful to see her (but at the same time I wanted to hide, how could I have let this happen). The police man informed me that he saw her take off down the street. He said that “she took a mad dash to the float yelling for Santa.” I didn’t know what to to do...cry, yell and scare her, or laugh. Well, after that fiasco and after explaining to Kayla how and why she cant do that, the kids and I rushed (all together) to see Santa. Kayla got to tell Santa about the pony that she wants for Christmas (hopefully I got the right one!).
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