Today was one of those days when I realised my girl is no longer a baby and that she’s a very observant 6 year old. Admittedly I thought I had at least one more Christmas to go. Here’s what happened this morning over a pair of socks
Miss L ‘Mummy is Santa real or is it Mummy’s and Daddy’s wrapping presents and leaving them in a stocking?’
Me: ‘What do you think sweetie’
Miss L ‘ I think he’s not real and it’s you, did you wrap up my presents with the ‘Ho ho ho’ ribbon? It was very nice of you’
Me: ‘Ummm yes it is me, who told you?’
Miss L: ‘ No one, I knew it! I kept seeing him everywhere and you can’t be in more than one place at a time’
Miss L: ‘So there’s no such thing as flying Reindeer then either?’
Me: ‘Umm No’
Then she looked all smug like it’d had been bothering her for months and I made her promise not to tell any other children under punishment of death. All I need is irate parents on my chasing me for ruining their children’s lives. I of course am traumatised that all my bargaining tools for her good behaviour are gone and she’s strangely fine and happy that it was all made up.
But we’ve not discussed the Toothfairy yet…..