Today a German Santa Claus told me "hajimemashite". We were introduced at a kids' Christmas party. We'd both been told that our fathers were the same German city (Hannover) and I suppose he'd been told that I had lived in Japan for a time.
The kids had fun. One little girl had a meltdown and wouldn't go near Santa. But it wasn't our little girl; I suppose that's in part because our Emma's not really that little any more (but it would be nice if she slept through the night once in a while at 3.5 years old!)
Meanwhile, I showed Ken how to play billiards. Once again, he displayed no hesitation in learning something new, and managed to sink a few balls. It's just his natural ability to learn like a sponge.