Trac-Fone still has not forgiven me for the ONE time I placed our then-baby daughter (our eldest) on Santa's lap, and had her (crying) picture taken. (Of course, Trac-Fone hasn't forgiven me for anything, up to and including his core misery, which long predated me.)
Why oh why did I do this heinous thing? Well, I was a new mom. I loved pics of me with Santa. I didn't know she'd cry. When she did, it wasn't the end of the world.
The entire "horror" lasted all of maybe 12 seconds before she was photographed and removed from the lap of a disinterested old man and back in my arms.
She is 25 now and loves the picture. And me, despite my terrible parenting.
Not everything is all that tsk-tsk worthy, really. :::shrug::::