Yesterday evening as Zoe was taking a bath and I was supervising, she asked me a very important question.
She said, "Mom, can you tell me now?"
"Tell you what?" I asked.
"You know. What you wouldn't tell me this weekend when Joseph was here," she looked at me imploringly. "Is there a Tooth Fairy?"
[Backstory: My nephew Joseph slept over last Friday night and it just so happened that he lost a tooth so the Tooth Fairy had to come to our house.]
"Are you sure you want to know?" I asked while furiously thinking through my answer.
"Yes! Please tell me the truth. The real truth."
"OK," I took a deep breath and told her. "There is no Tooth Fairy." My heart broke a little as I watched Zoe's face. She took the news well. I think she already knew the answer, but something about saying it out loud makes it so definite.
"That's a good thing!" she said. "I didn't like the idea of someone flying into my room at night. What else isn't real?"
"Well," again I hesitated. "There's no Easter Bunny."
Again she took it well. "Yeah, how could a bunny carry those baskets around?"
"Daddy likes to play the Easter Bunny so don't tell him you know," I told her.
"I won't tell," she smiled. Then her face turned serious. "But Santa?"
"Santa is real," I told her.
"Of course he's real. Santa brings me things you say no to," she confirmed.
I felt a little bit sad about that whole conversation and I think Rob was a little upset with me when I told him about it, but I think I did the right thing. I think...