- Santa? -

Sigh... here we go...  Z came to me last night and asked if Santa was real.  B got all indignant and frustrated at his imbecileness (yeah, I know, that's not a word, but it's how she looked at him) and huffed that "of course Santa is real!!!" and then looked at him like "how can you be so smart, yet ask such a dunderheaded question????".  I had a hell of a time not chuckling at her total devotion towards Santa and her complete vexation with her brother.  She was sick with the flu, so her patience with him was extremely low. 

I told Z we could discuss it all he wanted but to please wait till bed (we were  5 minutes away from bedtime).  I later curled up with him in his bed and explained to him that he has a right to believe or not believe in Santa, but he needs to respect B's beliefs and not discuss it around her, as he could see it got her terribly upset.  I then asked him what he thought about the whole Santa idea...  he said that the cookies being eaten and the half eaten carrots found outside on the sidewalk the next morning proved nothing, Hubby and I could have easily done that... and the presents... Hubby and I could be buying them...  and that Santa coming down a chimney makes no sense at all...  the whole time I smiled at him, and waited, not saying anything, letting him talk and then after a pause he looked at me and laughed and said "I'm right aren't I???".   I replied that the magic and spirit of Christmas and Santa is in our hearts, and that it indeed lives very strongly in my heart. I reminded him that I've always said that exact thing to them over the years.  I added that what we choose to believe at various stages of our lives is up to us, but that keeping the magic alive in our hearts, keeps Santa real for everyone...  He smiled and nodded, he thought a bit more, hugged me back with a big smile and then changed the subject to Pokemon. A tactic he does when he's done talking about a certain subject or wants to avoid talking about something. 

 

Suddenly, the subject was closed, he was much too close to the truth and he didn't want to totally loose Santa in that moment.  I know this year he still 'wants' to believe in his heart but now wisely knows better.  He'll go along with the charade, like he does with the tooth fairy (he found out the truth about a year and a half ago about the fairy, but for B's sake continued to pretend she's real.  Just recently he asked me if he could be the tooth fairy for her and do the coins/tooth exchange.  When I pointed out that it had to be after she fell asleep and that he always falls asleep before her, he said he couldn't wait till he had his own kids and could do things like the tooth fairy for them).  Amazingly, he somehow continued to believe in Santa for over another year.  

It would appear we've come to an end of an era...  My baby is letting go of Santa...  I'm relieved at how he's handling it...  It's always been a worry that kids at school would tell him and he'd argue with them that Santa was real and then feel bad or feel totally betrayed when he later found out the truth...  Fortunately, he's figured it out on his own, and he's handling it wonderfully.  Phew!  Now if only my heart could just handle it better...  :'O(

 

- Disturbing cakes o.O -

Oh my gosh...  I came across these cakes this morning, and had to blog...  What on God's green earth were the cake decorators thinking...  and better yet...  the poor Mom's to-be who received these cakes?!?!?!  :OS

http://www.cakewrecks.com/home/2011/7/22/the-search-for-the-worlds-most-disturbing-shower-cake-ends-h.html

Um yeah....