Adam’s tiny forehead wrinkled as he looked at my waving hands and beaming smile. He gazed at me, then up at the man staring down at him. When he looked back, his face crumpled. “No, don’t cry,” I said desperately. “Come on, Adam. Smile.” “Look over here!” To my shock, Ryder had joined in. He jumped up and down next to me, making funny faces at the baby. “Smile, Adam.” We straight up looked ridiculous—bouncing around and pulling faces like lunatics. The people on line laughed at us. I laughed at us. Adam did not laugh. He burst into ear-piercing screams that echoed through the village. Santa
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