I got up at 6:45 this morning to fulfill my Easter Bunny chores. Pretty early to roll out of bed on a Sunday, but what can you do? While I was outside hiding plastic, candy-filled eggs, Dashiell and Ray tiptoed to the back door to see if they could spot any evidence of EB’s work. Ray couldn’t sleep the night before because he was worried that he might not come for some reason. Sure enough, they saw me skulking around.
They apparently went to bed to discuss matters because I had no idea I’d been spotted. About a half an hour later they confronted me. “We know who the Easter Bunny is and he’s sitting on this bed,” Ray said. I gamely looked behind me to see if there happened to be a long-eared furry rodent curled up in the covers. There wasn’t. “How do you know I wasn’t just checking to see if he had come?” I asked. They weren’t fooled.
Fortunately the lads weren’t the slightest bit traumatized by their discovery. I think they’ve suspected something was up for awhile now but weren’t quite ready to give up their childhood beliefs. We had a nice long discussion in which they also deduced that Santa must not be real either. I was relieved because it had been bothering me. They are nine years old after all and I didn’t feel right about lying to them anymore. It was different when they were gullible little kids but they’re growing up so fast now and becoming more and more sophisticated. I was also getting tired of these mythical strangers getting credit for our hard work and thoughtfulness!
But what about the Tooth Fairy? Maybe he’ll hold out longer. In the end, cash trumps candy.
Actually, they figured that one out a long time ago. Somehow the Tooth Fairy was less plausible than a rabbit hiding eggs and an old man traveling around the world via flying reindeer.
Yes, it is a bit of a relief. But I do find it harder to keep the fun charade going for the still enchanted ones. Sean has been very sweet about not letting on to Leah, but I see the devilish look on his face at times just wanting to inform her (for her own good, I’m sure) I can’t imagine the boys telling Hazel out of mean-ness.
I loved your comment about the Bigs Guys getting all the credit.
I told Mark when Alex was born that I did not want to start “the lie” He totally ignored me and went ahead with “the lie”. Now, when they find out who do you think they will be mad at - ME!
Me too! But I only ever say, “What do you think?” when they ask anything, so I feel like I’m not totally lying.