With Christmas just around the corner the boys have started their usual "Is Santa real?" line of questioning.
Last year, I overheard JB saying, "There's got to be a Santa because Mom and Dad would NEVER buy all this stuff!". MC doubted Santa's ability to get around the world in one night. At first I just laughed it off, but deep down inside I was a bit saddened by prospect of them losing that little bit of innocence.
At their ages, their friends were talking about their different theories. So much so, the teachers banned talk of Santa. So, when JB began to doubt (and wouldn't let it go) I responded: "What do you think? Well, if you don't believe in him he won't bring you anything." Pretty savvy answer, huh?
Fast forward to tonight...
JB "Okay, Mom, tell us...is Santa real? We're old enough for you to tell us the truth!"
MB "There couldn't be a Santa. There's no such thing as flying reindeer. He'd have to drive a car."
I held back the giggles and stood firm to my previous explanation. Finally, JB conceded, "Well...I believe, but..."
I'll have to admit I was a little relieved. Maybe that will buy us another year!