One of the things I brought to tonight's party was a box of Christmas crackers. This is a British tradition that is also popular in Canada, but you can find them here in Knoxville pretty easily. Inside, you find a small trinket or toy and a paper crown, which you're supposed to wear during dinner. We didn't crack ours until after dinner, and no one really wanted to wear the crowns for the rest of the evening (party poopers), especially you.
Here you are, pouting about the Christmas cracker crown. You actually fussed, cried, and pouted about half the evening, but since you're awfully cute, no one seemed to mind except for Daddy and me.
Once I let you take it off, I got more of what resembled a smile out of you.
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The whole gang! |
We were the first ones to leave tonight, much to your sister's dismay, because it was creeping up on bedtime. Once we got home, you snuggled in easily for the night. At least, I hope it's for the whole night.
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