I was driving with Sam yesterday.
Because that's what I do these days, drive around with various people in my car.
So we're driving and Sam mentions that in 1st grade today there was a bit of a controversy regarding whether or not the Tooth Fairy was real.
"Some people think she is not real," he says.
"But I know she is because you got a call from her that one time she couldn't come because she ran out of quarters."
"Um. Okay." I said.
This is making me uncomfortable. I'm not really sure why we tell out kids these stories, but I don't want Sam to be the kid in high school that's like, "No, man, I'm serious, she has a cell phone and everything." I don't want to set him up for ridicule.
Because he WILL believe you. This kid will believe ANYTHING you tell him. His cousin knows that well. I don't want him to believe me now and carry that far longer than other children because he's already a little behind the curve in maturity. And that's aside from any personal misgivings about how grown-ups mess with kids and reality.
"So that's how I know she's real. Because you said she was and she called you. Right?"
"Unless you're lying.'
Ouch. Why's it gotta be "lying?" How 'bout we just call it Parent-Led Imagination?
But I couldn't do it anymore and I confessed. I said the tooth fairy was not real, and I just said that she called because I thought it was a nice story and it was a nice thing to pretend about.
He sat quietly for a minute. "It's okay that you lied," he finally announced.
"But now I'm wondering about Santa Claus."
I just turned the radio up and pretended I couldn't hear him.