I was the world's worst mother this morning. Over breakfast, The Young Man and I had the following conversation:
TYM: Mama, would you vote for Santa Claus?
DM: No, probably not, because he isn't real.
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Insert horrified pause here as the five-year-old gapes in shock, and I try not to choke on my tea.
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I tried a belated save. A Hail-Mary of sorts.
DM: Well, you know, not real in that "able to run for office" way. He's more of a magical person, and has to remain secret. He's also probably too busy with all the toys, anyway.
TYM: But he is real, right?
DM: Of course, love. Real, but secret.
Like the god-damn magical creatures witness protection program, set up to provide cover for idiot parents everywhere.
On a lighter note, I found yet another reason why the internet is a wonderful place. Behold Yard Sale Bloodbath.
July 23, 2008
Why Mama Needs Caffeine in the Morning
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Oops. These things happen. Sounds like you recovered.
It was a quality moment, let me tell you.
Our recent adventures w/ The Tooth Fairy caused our Pookie to come to the conclusion herself that the Tooth Fairy is not real,nor is the Easter Bunny...but Santa inexplicably still has Real Status somehow. wE'LL SEE HOW LONG THAT LASTS ;)
LOVE Yard Sale Bloodbath!
Yeah, I was warned off discussing the Tooth Fairy or the Easter Bunny after my slip yesterday. Miles seemed fine in the evening; I think he still wants to believe.
Really, Santa is so much better than either the TF or the EB. I'd choose to believe in him anyday.
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