Not long after Simon collected fifty cents from the Tooth Fairy this morning, he asked me if She was real. He had a theory about how She must not be real because of "the excuse Mom and Dad use when She's late." He lost his tooth on Saturday night, but the TF hadn't visited yet because, yes, John and I kept forgetting, and, conveniently, She'd been delayed by (very real, intense) thunderstorms.
But, John and I have never discussed how to handle The Confrontation so I asked Simon to tell his theory to his father after dinner this evening. And, that's when It happened. In one fell swoop, the ugly truth about the Tooth Fairy (mom and dad), Santa (mom and dad), and the Easter Bunny (Grandma Margaret) was revealed. I was certain he'd find out on the playground, from that thug Tony, but no, Simon's parents exposed themselves as (petty) frauds.
Bless John, though, for telling Simon that we perpetuate the myth about The Trinity because it's fun and for asking Simon to let Winston keep believing as long as Winston wants. Which will probably be until he leaves home for college.
Also, I've bribed Simon with extra special presents if he keeps his mouth shut.
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