I once apologized to my daughter for what I remembered as "the Christmas I failed as a mother." She was shocked - it was one of her more memorable and favorite Christmases, and the stocking stuffer that, to me, represented the lowest of my low points - a pink-haired Trolli doll picked up at midnight at the local Quik Trip - was one of her favorites. It's good that you turned that trip into something fun and memorable, and were able to appreciate it in the moment!