The kids and I went to have breakfast with Santa. Jacob being the ever thoughtful oldest and worldly kindergartner wanted to pass as we were preparing to leave...no Santa for him. I told him there would be games and he lite up...games OK! It took forever to get these three out of the house. The two year old Dayton insisted on putting his own clothes on...he has the family temper so a few bad words were said. Every child says bad words I don't care who you are if you've swore in front of your kids, they repeat it. Mine did, Tim used to say, "damn it" when I corrected him he used to say, "damn it, darn it, damn it, darn it". We used to be in the car a lot when I had Liz, she used to play with her dolls in the back seat and say, "get out of my way you stupid b*tch" Sorry, never said I was an angel. My middle kid Eric just swears a lot now.
With my job I have learned to not swear on the bus. Even in bad weather and stupid drivers my swear gauge is on no. A driver who is a very good friend of mine has a very very bad route this year. She admitted losing it one day and stopped the bus, stood up and said, "shut the hell up". This was right before she had a feature article in the once a week local paper. No one's perfect.
My grand kids must be on good behavior patrol because I said dang it today and Dayton said, "don't say bad words!"
Otherwise it was a fun time. Games were a bit cheesy, but the prizes were candy and little plastic figures, which the older guys liked, the little one the candy.
I was pleased with the Santa picture, all three smiled and looked like no ones torturing them like the kid in front of us...he threw fit. Perfect mom was not happy.
Near the end I let them run the length of the gym, back and forth. Dakota even broke into some break dance moves. Most parents wouldn't allow such things, but I am grandma Roses, I allow fun.
I am happy to do these things for the kids...my patience is that of a grandma...besides all I have to do is walk next door and hand them back to daddy! Just in time for a nap.