So, Kokopelli hit me with the big question today:
"Mama, Is Santa Claus real?"
Dum, dum, DUM!
It all started with the Tooth Fairy. He lost his third tooth a couple of days ago, but this is the first one he wiggled out on his own (when his tonsils were removed, they took out the very loose bottom front teeth before intubating him, for safety reasons).
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To this day, my father will tell us that we need to go to bed/go home so "Santa" can come. And until very recently, we received presents from "Santa," in addition to family members. It makes christmas more fun.
I don't know if I suspected earlier, but my sister blew the whistle for me when I was about 8 or 9. She lifted the door of the storage cubby in our disco van, and I saw toys before my mom fussed at her to close it. She was too young to make the cognitive leap, but I did. I didn't let on though - I wanted my presents! 'Cause everyone knows if you stop believing, you stop getting anything! Which I guess is the reason we all still "pretend."
It's also a good way to stop that line of questioning. :)
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