The Jig is Up

This morning, after Peter and TJ wrote a letter to the Easter Bunny asking for what toys they wanted in their baskets (TJ is already in the car):

Peter:  "Mom, how do you get this to the Easter Bunny?  Tell me."

Me:  "Pete I can't tell you until you're a parent yourself!"

Peter:  "There is no Easter Bunny, is there?"

Me:

Peter:  "Mom?"

Me:

Peter:  "Mom, tell me the truth!" 

Me:  "What do you think is the truth?"

Peter:  "That there is no Easter Bunny."

Me:

Peter:  "WELL?!?!"

Me:  "You're right - there is no Easter Bunny."

Peter:  "I knew it!  I've actually known it for a long time now."

Me:  "DON'T TELL YOUR BROTHER!!!!!"

So we pile into the car and I drop off TJ first.  Then as I pull up to Peter's school, he starts up again....

Peter:  "I knew there was no Easter Bunny.  All my friends told me he wasn't real."

pause

Peter:  "Wait, is Santa real?"

Me:  "Um....what?"

Peter:  "Is Santa real?"

Me:  "Pete, you've got to go to school!  We're here!"

Peter:  "Mom, is Santa real?"

Me:

Peter:  "Oh my gosh...."

Me:  "Well what do you think, Peter?"

Peter:  "Well I used to think he was real but now I don't.  Has it been you and Dad this whole time?"

Me:

Peter:  "MOM!!!!"

Me:  "Oh good god...."

Peter:  "I can't believe it!!!"

Me:  "Well  you know that feeling you get at Christmastime?"

Peter:  "Yes..."

Me:  "Well THAT'S real - that's the spirit of Christmas and that is what's real.  You can't lose THAT!"

Peter:  "Mom, are you crying?!?!"

Me:  "A little...."

Peter:  (laughing)

Me:  "DON'T TELL YOUR BROTHER!!!!!"


Maybe Sean should start bringing the boys to school.