our ward here in manhattan is positively filled with insanely talented people. take mark weinberg, for example, who generously brought all his photography equipment with him to the church christmas party last week to take professional santa portraits of all the kids.
while we waited on line, huck and i discussed santa. now, brandon and i aren't quite sure how we want to approach this whole idea of santa with our kids... i mean, it's not like we want to be overly realistic grinches or anything, but we also don't want to make a big fuss over it. (this is coming from someone who was pretty much convinced the whole thing was bunk from day one. i started peppering my mother with questions when i was, like, five, until she finally caved one time in the minivan and said FINE! HE'S NOT REAL!) so, we were discussing it, huck and i, and i was pointing out the other kids ahead of us who were sitting on santa's lap, smiling for the camera, life goes on, etc. huck had the sweetest little smile on his face. he knows santa from rudolph the red nosed reindeer, and when my renditions of christmas carols get overly operatic around the house he likes to shout, "NO SANTA, MAMA." he loved watching the other kids sit with santa, so i felt confident things were going to go fine.
but see, huck didn't just dislike santa. oh no. he hated him. like no one has ever hated anything in this lifetime. huck's face quickly went from mild displeasure to straight up RAGE. i stood there in awe while mark, ever the professional, snapped and snapped and snapped. huck just got angrier and angrier. the minute he looked at me with this look like, INTERFERE, MOM, i stepped in and said okay, that's enough, and gave him a kiss and told him he was so brave. but before then, i mean, we were all pretty much crying from laughing.
and now, please to enjoy the photographic evidence of huck's impressive emotional range.
oookay okay okay.
give this kid an oscar, for crying out loud. ;)
(huge thanks again to mark weinberg for the photos!)