(Warning: this article includes a discussion about the existence of certain characters. Please do not let your believing children read this since I do not want to be responsible for being that big, mean lady who spoiled all the fun.)
This year is a big year for me. Well, for the parenting part of me. We are sending our oldest off to college in the fall, our son will be entering high school and my youngest are on the verge of disbelief - mythical character disbelief to be specific.
When I picked the girls up from school earlier this week they stated that one of their classmates didn't believe in the Easter Bunny and then they asked me, "Can you believe that?"
Now I'm not an inexperienced parent, nor is this my first time round the Easter basket. I've successfully navigated these types of questions for eleven years. But something about this conversation had me on edge. I got the feeling that my girls are choosing to believe there is an eight foot cartoon bunny that will enter our locked house in the middle of the night despite their common sense, simply because I told them there was.