The Truth Is Out There

So, Mommy's wrapping Christmas presents today and we get lumbered with Cam, "Just for the morning." He arrives just before lunch. Five games of corridor soccer later - I'm winning the series 3-2 - we head to the mall for a long lunch. I realise it's either him or a stuffy for today's blip, so I ask him to smile for the camera. "No," he replies emphatically. "Santa won't come if you don't", I reply. He gives me a knowing, pitying glance, grimaces, rolls his eyes, and says, "Sure". I think he knows The Truth. Don't tell Mommy. She'll blame me . . .