Is the Easter bunny real?
I can't believe I'm hearing this but my daughter just voiced suspicion about the Easter bunny's existence. We were talking about holidays and she mentioned, "I'm not really sure the Easter bunny is actually real."
We're pretty close and she likes to confide in me (more than her dad - it must be a girl thing) about lots of things, or work out her problems by conversing with me. This was a working-out-her-problems tone.
"Why would you say that?" I asked.
She had a very thoughtful argument laid out which consisted of:
- "He didn't come to our house this year and he's supposed to go to everyone's house." To which I said, I think he needs to be invited and we knew we were going to Amanda's house so we didn't send him an invite.
- "He hides the eggs, but how come Amanda's parents knew what was inside all the plastic eggs?" (Christy and Mike put numbers in many of them, and the kids exchange the number for a bigger toy that couldn't fit into the egg.) Obviously, the Easter bunny debriefed her parents first so they'd know which toys go with what number.
- "But there were 986 eggs. That's too many eggs to know about." Obviously, he wrote it on a piece of paper for them.
None of my rebuttals allayed her suspicion and I just let it go. I didn't try to convince her. She's nearly nine.
I hate to see that childhood innocence go, but maybe it's time? It is, after all, inevitable.
Still, I asked, "Does this mean the Tooth Fairy and Santa aren't real?"
She looked at me like I was out of my mind. "Of course they're real! How do you think I get money under my pillow each time I lose a tooth?"
And Santa? "Yes, he's real. He comes to our house every year and he knows what I want."
I was secretly breathing a sign of relief when she added, "I'm starting to wonder, though. His handwriting looks a lot like yours."
Sloppy, Mommy. I'll have to think of that for next year.