And I don't want to burst her bubble!
Guest blogger Charlotte: By some miracle, my 9-year-old daughter still believes in the Easter Bunny. I know what you're thinking: It's cruel to perpetuate this myth in a child so old, right? Especially when all her friends tell her she's crazy to think a rabbit delivers gift-laden baskets to all the children of the world. She believes it, though, because she believes me when I tell her that yessiree, the Easter Bunny is the real deal.
Say what you will, but I simply cannot fess up to this! For one thing, I enjoy preparing her basket the night before, and I love seeing her excitement on Easter morning. And two, she's been brought up with a pretty strict "no lying" policy. How can I let her know that her father and I have been snowing her this long without sounding like a hypocrite? Forget it! And then of course there's the issue of her still believing in Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy, too. To admit to one being bulls**t is to admit that all of them are. No, no, no: I just cannot face her disappointment -- in the truth, and in me -- if we came clean.
Eventually, though, she'll figure it out. I can already see her standing there, eyebrow raised, hands on hips and the toe a-tapping. But her father and I have decided to stick together, and for as long as we're alive, NEVER admit to anything. We've already planned our response: "Someone is eating the carrots we leave out on Easter Eve. Someone is hiding the eggs and leaving the baskets .... It's not us -- so who is it? You do the math, kiddo ...." Hopefully the implied "wink-wink" will be understood. And if not, we can always pull out the "big gun," which will surely force her to reconsider:
"If you don't believe, you won't receive."
Yes, I think that might do the trick quite well.