So I’m having a bit of a getting-caught-in-my-lies Santa moment with a certain Tooth Fairy line of questioning that goes something like:
Son: “Is the tooth fairy real, mom?”
Me: “Well someone took your tooth and left some money.”
Son: “But it could have been anyone.”
Me: “True. But who else would care about kids’ teeth?”
Son:”What does the tooth fairy do with all of the kids teeth and do we ever get to have them back.”
Here’s where the lies get more elaborate.
Me: “Eventually you get them back.”
My husband: “But you have to pay for them.”
Me: “That’s not necessarily true.”
And so on. In general, I manage to bounce the question back to them (“Do you think she’s real?”) and give them as little information as possible. Recently, my older son said something about the Easter Bunny along the lines of “I mean, how does a bunny hop into people’s yards?” Just as I was about to let him in on the truth and ask him to preserve the fantasy for his little brother, he said, “I mean I bet it’s some guy.” So I said nothing, because I know it’s only a matter of time before he figures it out and blows it for his 5-year-old brother.