My five-year-old stood in line to see Santa this year, turned around and looked at me perplexed. “But Mama, Santa’s not real!?” she announced in a too-loud voice.
I stammered to get out the words, “No! Shhhh!”, as I approached her in case she decided to make her case further and I needed to cover her mouth. I darted a wide-eyed glance to my husband before scanning the parents around me to see if anyone was glaring back. No one was, but I still felt the need to say a quiet, “I’m so sorry” just in case.