The picture is by my dear husband.
I was carrying my little beauty over to get a gift from Santa Christmas eve.
She was not loving Santa and was hanging from my waist like a spider monkey, face buried in my shirt.
I decide to share this pic after listening to my kids in the car today.
They were talking in the back seat.
We were on our way to the dreaded Chucky Cheese (I only agreed because it is their winter vacation and they want to do something “fun” after I dragged them to the gym with me).
They were discussing trying not to be afraid of Chucky if he was strolling around the place.
Then my son says to my daughter “Are you going to be scared, cause you fruck out when you saw Santa on Christmas”
Fruck out : the past tense of freak out.
I laughed so hard, not sure why but it still makes me giggle.