I always hated mascots. Santa scared the shit out of me as a kid. I've avoided them like the plague, until now. Until Cam.
The Easter Bunny set up his wares and photo shop at the mall a few weeks ago. I got excited. That Bunny freaks me out, but I gamely put my kid on it's knee. I couldn't even look at it as I was convincing Cam that she was fine, the Bunny was cool. The lady who was taking the photos earned her money, because she captured a smile that last 1/60th of a second. For the most part Cam had that "Cam look" she always gets when a camera is pulled out. You can go back and see it in the Santa picture. A slack-jawed "huh?" look.
I find it interesting that while I get skeeved out from the Bunny (and his animated brethren), I follow the herd, and make my kid sit on it's lap. "It's tradition Cam, it's what Americans do...NOW SMILE!!!!!"
Had the kid screamed her head off, I would have bought two sets of pictures...cute smile and terrified anger.