On a recent afternoon, Sophie and I were driving around. She sits in the front seat now, which is cool. I told her that you told me she’s not so keen on Santa this year. I asked her why (knowing that asking a teenager WHY is often an exercise in futility). She mumbled something. I turned down the music and asked her to repeat. “I don’t know if he knows I have Down Syndrome,” she said. I reminded her that Santa “knows all” and asked her if she thought Santa knowing she has DS would change anything. She changed the subject. She is really gifted at that maneuver. And, for a teenager, pretty in touch with the whys…