So my 10-year-old informs me this morning that she caught Daddy trying to slip her some money as the Tooth Fairy last night. And then said she's kind of known for a while as she's apparently caught Daddy before, lol. I said, "Well, you hurt yourself because now you're not getting anymore money." She glibly replied, "But what about my brother? He's going to notice if I don't get money from the Tooth Fairy." I said, "So I have to buy your silence now?" Oh and then she told me that apparently I did a bad job hiding leftover "Easter Bunny" items last Easter. I said, "Do you see how small this house is? Where am I supposed to hided stuff?" On the way to school. She asked, "When were you going to tell me about all this stuff? About no Easter Bunny and Tooth Fairy and Santa. I need to know these things for when I'm an adult and I have kids." I told her she needed to discover it on her own; I didn't want to tell her when she still believed and ruin it for her. I also told her that I still believe in Santa, as the Spirit of Christmas. I told her that for me, Santa is the embodiment of that feeling of giving and hopefully wanting to be a better person, a more considerate and generous person to others. Despite our humorous exchange this morning, I'm a bit bummed that she no longer believes in all these magical creatures. I knew the day was coming, but I feel in a way she lost something - that childlike sense of wonder. That belief and awe in magic. It seems especially difficult in this age of electronics and social media to keep kids in a bubble. I guess it was nice that she lasted as long as she did - for Santa until about 8 years old (we figured last year at least she said she believed in Santa to hedge her bets and possibly get more gifts - to which she admitted this morning, lol). But I still have another kid who still believes so I'm going to hold on to that for a while and enjoy it. And I told my daughter if she ruins it for him, she's in big trouble! How did your kid find out?
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So the other day it was my brother's birthday and I announced to the kids that we should call and wish him a Happy Birthday. This is how the conversation went with my 4-year-old: Me: Ok kids, let's call Uncle Jeff and you can sing "Happy Birthday" to him. My son: Yay! Ok! Who's Uncle Jeff? Me: You know, the guy who always buys you the cool superhero gifts for Christmas and your birthday. My son: Oh, my birthday. What is Uncle Jeff buying me for my birthday? Me: I don't know. But it's not about you right now, it's about Uncle Jeff. My son: Why? Me: Because it's his birthday. My son: When? Me: Today! My son: When is it my birthday? Me: Not for a few more months. My son: Aww, come on! My 4-year-old was informed by his sister that today is my birthday. Sensing something was amiss, he shouted to my husband, "Daddy, today is Mommy's birthday!" My husband said, "I know." Clearly confused, my son asked, "But where is Mommy's cake. It's not a birthday if there's no cake." My husband replied, "Who says there's no cake?" (Mind you, this conversation took place at 9 am - too early even for me to have cake) "Daddy!! You need to get Mommy a cake right now!!" My husband reassured him that there was, in fact, a cake to be had later. So later that night, my son asks about the birthday cake. I said, "Well, we can't have it tonight because Daddy's at work." This was obviously unacceptable to my son. "We can still have cake." "No, we can't have cake without Daddy," I said. He answered, "Sure. We just won't tell him." (I swear he said this). I said, "I think Daddy will know we had cake without him." Without skipping a beat, my son said, "No he won't. We'll put the cake back in the box." My friend posted this and graciously allowed me to share it so that other parents can know they're not alone :). Kids home for snowdays=cabin fever= craziness. So in effort to get out of the house, we all went as a family on a snow hike. I started a round of "build a story" - a game we play where I begin with a premise and then each person "builds" on the story. And here's how it went: ME: I set up a young bored girl home from school on a snow day. She sets out into the woods to look for adventure. And cue my son... SON: She comes upon a strange thing buried under old leaves. It's an ancient miniature clock. She cranks the dial and finds it's a time portal. She travels back in time to the Jurassic period, in Antarctica and meets a Polar Allosaurus. (insert longwinded details about dinosaur habitat and lifestyle etc etc etc) ME: Ok, now it's Dad's turn DAD: Suddenly, there's a white dress waving in distance. Is it a ghost? Da dum, da dum DAUGHTER: Daddy's turning this into a ghost story! Make him stop! DAD: Da Dum. Da Dum SON and DAUGHTER: STOP!! ME: Ok, daughter's turn DAUGHTER: So she takes the clock and decides this place is BORING and portals to the 1950s. She's walking around town... SON: OH that's totally realistic. (sarcastic tone) What is the dinosaur walking around town with her? DAUGHTER: YOU'RE the one who invented the time portal. DAD: Da Dum. Da Dum SON and DAUGHTER: STOP!! DAUGHTER: Then she meets Elvis! SON: With the dinosaur????? (getting mad) DAD: Is that a ghost behind Elvis? At which point, I decide it's a nice time for a run and ESCAPE THE MADNESS. I for one can't wait for the next installment in this series. Stay tuned! |
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AuthorSandra K. Lee is a freelance writer and stay-at-home mom with a 6-year-old & a toddler in Middlesex County, New Jersey. Sandy's other blogs. Other Blogs
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