Here comes the exciting day for Tripp's Christmas performance... last year he was the life of the performance - dancing and singing his little heart out. This year he was a no show... good thing he had some life to him upon entering. I even took Juliette out of school to come and watch him. What did he do? He covered his eyes and face with his hand the whole time. It is the funny age he is at. As we call him "Pouting Paul" you never know how many times a day he pouts. You never know what sets a three year old off. I would say he may be shy but we know better than that.
The big man showed up and there was no problem piping up for that!
The typical "Fuss Pusser" Thomas as Tripp likes to call him (He was trying to use the word Fuss Bucket) was quite happy and amused sitting with Santa. Tyler not SO much! He was thinking who in the world are you?? Tripp told Santa he just needed to hold on to Tyler and go "ho ho ho" and he would stop fussing.
This was the smile I could get...
"Mommy I want to go to da Waffle House..."
And like a good Southern boy... if we can't make the Waffle House, just shootin my gun will do!
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