Of all the possible outcomes inherent in our visit to Santa this year, I never considered the one where Mini would enjoy it. Santa walked up to us, asked if he wanted to come take his picture, and off the boy went with no hesitation. We have a picture of him, and then a second with the girl with them. Later, he saw Santa walking through the store and asked to go back to him — and actually told Santa he wanted trucks.
I was dumbfounded, having assumed after last year that the best we might get was a picture of a suspicious Mini clinging to a parental leg somewhere in Santa’s vicinity. Somewhere in this experience is a lesson about not underestimating the resiliance of your child’s imagination or their capacity to stretch their courage when cocoa, cookies, and chocolate covered marshmallows are at stake.