Last Christmas my daughter kept getting closer to figuring things out until one night she cryptically said, “I can’t wait until I’m an adult so I can learn about grown up secrets.”
“What kind of secrets are those?”
“You know, like if Santa wasn’t real or something.”
“Well if Santa wasn’t real, then we’d definitely want to keep that secret from kids like your little brother, so we’d never ever talk about it.”
“Oh yeah.”
Then she never mentioned it again.
It may have been our fault for doing way too many holiday activities. She must have met four or five different Santas that year.
Last Christmas my daughter kept getting closer to figuring things out until one night she cryptically said, “I can’t wait until I’m an adult so I can learn about grown up secrets.”
“What kind of secrets are those?”
“You know, like if Santa wasn’t real or something.”
“Well if Santa wasn’t real, then we’d definitely want to keep that secret from kids like your little brother, so we’d never ever talk about it.”
“Oh yeah.”
Then she never mentioned it again.
It may have been our fault for doing way too many holiday activities. She must have met four or five different Santas that year.