I think the wait to see Santa was almost too much for my sensitive Kate...
We started Sunday morning with a light breakfast in preparation for 2nd breakfast with the Swedish Santa (Tomten) later that morning. All was well until it came time to get dressed. Meltdown city. My armchair therapy thinks that she had just internalized and thought about this moment for so long that when it was finally here she collapsed. It was a sad sight (and made for really sad pictures).
"I think I was just scared about sitting on Santa's lap since it's been a whole year since I've seen him. That's a really long time Mama."
She also had these musings:
"Who gives gifts to Santa? Maybe Mrs. Claus? Who does he tell his wishes to? And who makes the presents for him?"