Brotherly Love

I just came across this picture from our Thanksgiving road trip to Arkansas that I never posted.

It speaks for itself.

P.S. We did not tell him to do this.  I simply looked at them in the back seat and proceeded to grab my camera as quickly as possible.

I thought children were supposed to love Santa...

Apparently, I was wrong.  Or maybe it's just the Eason children.  Whatever it is, I'll be lucky if I have a good decent picture of my children with the Big Guy before they're teenagers.

This picture was taken at their school last week.

Nice, huh?  At least one of my children is smiling. Sort of.

We're going to try again this weekend with the real Santa.*  Hopefully we'll have more luck with someone that is professionally trained(?) to get children to smile while sitting in the lap of a hairy, 300 lb stranger and their parents are dancing around like idiots with bells & stuffed animals all while there is a long line of more strangers watching them.  Yeah, that should work.


*Funny, I said that to Nick this morning and then immediately corrected the oxymoron that it is.

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