Jason is 9 and a half now, and this was the year. The year that all parents dread I think, it means your child is growing up … he asked on Thursday if there was really a Santa Claus. In our family, as long as you “believe” in Santa, he brings you gifts. Jason didn’t go into the details that Michele had to answer, and I answered him with the “What do you believe?” question, and reminded him that “if you don’t believe in Santa you won’t get any presents from him!” For a dose of good measure, I reminded him that Santa brings me gifts too, so if I was “Santa”, why do I get gifts and stuff in my stocking? He was puzzled for a moment over that one.
I know it’s time. I hate to admit it, but I know this is the year that I have to tell him. Oh well, at least I can finally get credit for a few of those Santa gifts, and he fill finally figure out that that is why he can’t have *everything* he wants!