occurred on Thursday, April 16th. We were getting ready for school and work that morning, and about 5 minutes before we needed to leave, Emma comes into the den.
"Why is there an Aeropostale receipt on the counter? And everything on it was in my Easter basket?"
"Um...(thinking quickly in about 1.5 seconds) maybe the Easter bunny wanted to leave it in case you needed to return something...????"
"Mom (getting more serious, I can tell I'm sinking quickly) I checked that basket completely and there was no receipt there (eyes are getting misty)"
"Um... I don't know...???"
"Mom (considerably more serious than the last question and a tear in her eye) Is the Easter bunny a real person???"
"Um... yes, just not the person you think it is"
very loooooooooooong pause...
and now puddles in her eyes just getting ready to blink to big, giant, heavy tears:
"And Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy???!!!!!???"
Heavvvvvvvvy sigh. Tears from me. Hugs in the kitchen.
I almost called work and school to tell them we'd be late - but we had a carpooler to pick up.
If you know Emma, you know that she is bound by an incredibly strong moral compass - and lying is just NOT an option - even in the most well-intentioned circumstances or joking around. I just could not do it, I don't think she'd forgive me after she asked me so directly (she had never done so before, there was always an out for me).
So my sweet baby knows the truth, but still believes in the magic that surrounds all of these people, and I told her one of the greatest joys of parenthood is getting to create that magic - and she understood.
She didn't know I drove to her school at lunch to check on her - I was still feeling bad, wondering if she was in a little funk, but I found her deeply entrenched in a Capture the Flag competition and I quickly turned before she saw me.
We're okay.