This one is for the scrapbook!
When the kids ask about Santa I always ask, "What do you think?" Matt and I don't want them to look back and say we lied to them about Santa, Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, etc..., but we do want them to enjoy their childhood as much as we did with these fun imaginary characters, so our answer to Santa questions is always, "What do you think?" The kids play off each other and have come up with some great answers and fun stories when answering this question. But this past week Brooklynn caught me off gaurd with her questions. We were getting ready for school, rushed as usual, and as I was pulling her hair up she asked if Elves with pointy ears were real? I quickly said no, and went on with the hair. Braeden said, "Wait a minute, what about the ones that live with Santa." His voice was timid and very unsure of himself. I said, "What do you think?" Brooklynn made up some great story with the elves only living at the North Pole and on and on she went. Braeden never said a word.
Tonight on the way home from church, for some reason, elves came up again. Braeden's immediate response was, "elves aren't real and neither is Santa". Brooklynn and Barrett asked me if this was true--my answer, "What do you think?" Braeden tried to explain to them how this could not be possible, but Brooklynn was already answering my question and giving her explanation. Luckily, we were almost home and I kept Braeden in the car for a few minutes. He asked if Santa was real, I gave him my question one last time. He replied with a "no--it would be impossible" I told him he was right, but talked about how fun it is to pretend. He wasn't upset, but felt proud for figuring this out. We talked about all the shows he watches, Star Wars being the favorite right now, and how it feels like they are real, but he knows they really aren't. He agreed that he enjoys thinking that they are real, and he decided he would play the game with us and pretend that Santa is real. The true test of him keeping our secret will come in the heat of the moment when he is angry with his brother or sister.