We did it. The Little Lady and I went to the DMV. Just us and the stroller. Oh, and her Baby Leap-Frog.
She did beautifully — read her books, sang along to the Leap-Frog, and only took her shoes off twice. It was a good day, until the DMV lady told me I couldn’t keep my “20-something” license photo. Grrrrrrrrr. I’m not looking forward to getting this license in the mail.
But, I was prepared. I knew that I would be taking a bad pictures. Which is why, afterwards, it was off to the mall for a date with SANTA!!!! It was time for the Little Lady to have her own bad picture. Mwah ha ha!
It had been 3 hours since her last meal. 5 hours since her last nap. She had endured the crowds of the DMV and driving through Houston traffic.
I KNEW my daughter would be in a bad mood once we hit the mall — perfectly primed for a screaming, ranting photograph. YAY!
I didn’t count on the fact that the Little Lady is smart. Possibly smarter than her mother.
What? WHAT? No red faced toddler? No streaming tears? No open mouthed, back of the throat showing scream?????
What kind of a Mommy-Petty-Moment is THIS?
She just sat there; she wasn’t smiling but she wasn’t upset. She just sat there, waving to everyone who passed by the Santa stand.
Sigh — that’s the last time I deliberately plan a bad picture for my daughter. Serves me right. I get a bad picture on my license for the next 8 years and she gets a (relatively) happy picture with Santa.
